Dressed In Red Poem by Clive Blake

She rode full speed into my dream,
All dressed in red from head to toe,
On a white stallion she rode,
Galloping fast, yet moving slow,
She came closer, closer and then
Approached with a confident air,
She looked me coolly up and down,
And fixed me with an icy stare
Looking not at me, but through me,
As if judging my very soul,
And that's when in my sleep-filled head
A drum performed its eerie roll,
And though the sun was beating down,
My blood was somehow running cold,
This all seemed somehow preordained,
This meeting long ago foretold,
My life was flashing before me,
Then my alarm snapped me awake,
I think I'd probably just had,
A very, very, lucky escape …