Seconds Of A Dream Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Above her was the beast of beast,
seven heads, shouting louder than the mighty god
at her little toy heroes.
'It's a joke', I thought to myself
seeing that I was leading their assault
against a beast who's height surpassed the tallest of the stars.
I did not even remembered being a soldier in her army,
but non the less I gave my best.
I swung my blade in search for a head or two
but I managed only in harming the moon
and cutting a star in half, making the night a bit darker.
So I accepted the pact with the devil
because the girl was a part Winter and a part Fall
and I love them both,
because her name was November
and her cry made me responsible,
and because this was a monster that no hero could kill.
I won by a hair by becoming a monster myself.

'After she left me,
she spent alot more time in my mind,
than when we were together.
I have a hunch that that's reason of this dream.'