Phantasmagoria

And there he was,
As if swallowed whole by a smiling whale,
A soldier sketches from a hospital bed,
With remnants of a star emblazoned on his collar.
Laying there in blood- soaked linens,
Delirium spills from his opened wounds:
Fantastical winged-dragons, witches and warlocks.
Multiplying sea-horses.
Princesses on parachutes.
The grim reaper dressed as a cherub.
Elvan warriors tasting their fresh defeat.
As gilded lanterns scintillate in the distance.

Burnt sienna ashes float up towards sky,
Parting the clouds in a peculiar pattern.
Violins weep, as the rain inside subsides,
Igniting fires in a solitary heart,
Playing with this involuntary mind.
He lay there still in a wistful dream,
A past soaked in melancholy,
Drenched in a mountain of regret,
Where shadows emerge colourful.
As night tangos away with day,
Silhouettes of a windmill carve the earth.
Obliterating a land into oblivion.