The Pluto in my Dreams

by Poshers

Just a short poem about a dream.

The Pluto in my Dreams

Every single night I have the same dream

And everything about it is so familiar it seems

I'm walking through a mist when I approach a sealed door

And I feel as if sometime I have been there before

Then the door creaks open and I can't remember much more

But there is something about it I just can't ignore

I try to remember what I saw while I was there

And I remember the figure with the long flowing hair

She was holding a staff and protecting the place

And I remember the sad, sad look on her face

And everytime it happens, it just fills me with fear

But, there is something about it that keeps drawing me near

If it happens again, I may never return

But that's just a lesson I'll have to learn

I'll be guarded there forever by a "Pluto Dead Scream"

I'll be there forever with the Pluto in my dreams...