The Warrior
By Megan T
[not published yet]
The white feathers sink like anchors
the leather tightly clasps around the hoop,
while its frayed egdes scout the borders
the white strings dance creative patterns
Beads a rainbow of colours lifelessly hang
while a soft wind blows
and the feathers lightly sway in the wind
slowly whispering their fight song
The beads chime together
letting off a quiet but noticeable warning
to notify all positions, as darkness creeps in
and nightmares begin to awaken, hungry
The dreamcatcher works like an army
resentfully fighting during your long slumber
as you lay, unaware of the war above you
and the dreamcatcher battles on