Dreams: purple naked creatures
They wear a mask, "who are you?" I ask
No response, no mouth to speak.
They look slender and sleek
Boney and crooked,
W pointy long hands,
Very tall, maybe 6ft6 they stand
But an interesting feature
I have found, a terrible face, worse than a clown.
But not a face, instead a disfigured swirl...
No identity.
That is the scariest to me..
All purple from head to toe,
Yes, i dreamt of this
Just to let you know
Creepy and stick like, but walking on air
I wasn't afraid,
Even though i was in their lair...
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