A Beast Illusion Poem by Achim Wollscheid

In a dream I was a rattlesnake
That had newly left the womb;
From my mother, I had left,
And slithered away
To this place, and to the next.
I ate this mouse and that rat,
And grew with every shed.
I sought out my prey
With the pit organs on the sides of my head.
I found my meals
And always striked them dead!
My rattle, like a loud siren,
Warned them off,
But they didn't have the speed to get away.
Deadly venom swimmed within me;
Yea, I was a happy thing.
Soon came time in the morning to awake;
A move I did not desire to make.
So forever I closed my eyes,
And day after day, I was a rattlesnake.