The child dreams
of witches trapped inside trees
and fairies made of bone.
She carries a skull to light the way
empty sockets filled with infernos.
And the woman in silver armor…
Who is she?
She seems familiar
Eyes like peacock feathers
Is this a red cinnamon dream
or a black licorice nightmare?
The child faints…
Awakes in the darkness of her room.
This poem felt good to write. It references characters from a novella I wrote during 2019’s NaNoWriMo, which also featured a character from the novel drafted during 2018’s NaNoWriMo.