I awoke in shock from a nightmare
That flew me to Eden
Riding in glory a martyr mare
That metamorphosed my dreams in Sweden.
Little did I appreciate
The next morning the message depth
I gleaned from the nightmare that did ingratiate
Itself from my mind as traces shook my faith.
I awoke promptly, knelt down
Called Jesus in my prayer
As in pain I struck my eiderdown
In the wake of trials from a faith slayer.
The next morning shaken into disbelief
I consulted my parish priest
Who in high esteem held my belief
Despite indiscretions in my transient tryst.
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