Nightmare (Spatchcock)

 

I
dreamed that on a fight filled night again my being would die of fright

Before
me stood two evil men with weapons drawn for bad intent

 

And
I could not defend no weapons were at hand

 

I
sought retreat and arms to gain but none were ready nor to gain

I
hope this dream won't come again

 

I've
had enough,

I
won't go back,

None
can make me,

None
can take me