Day 125 - Dreaming

My baby sleeps,
And dreams,
Of monsters and me,
Battling for her soul,
The only thing that will allow us to survive.

Wielding a giant sword,
I'm ready to strike,
Taking what I believe to be mine.
"Stand back monster," I say,
Or reap the pain of death.

As the fight rages,
She has her eye on me,
The handsome, town boy,
Showing no fear,
Hoping he wins and draws her near.

In the end,
Among the blood and sweat,
Lies the sole survivor.
The boy killed the beast,
Now just one heart beats on.

What a weird dream for a lady,
One as sophisticated as you.
I think meadows and flowers,
Are more to your liking,
But at least you do dream of me.