A Post from Rahema's Blog

I think im going to fall in lov with Rahema. And it doesnt even matter if she already has a guy :P

from her blog:

Comes the fall of night little one, sleep in the calm of your bed. Sleep why don’t you?
I have you in my embrace.
A world of dreams await- so sleep.

The noise on the street..what is it?

It’s only a pack of dogs; they are on quest for food. Hungry dogs speak like that.
I can hear them, yes. But let not the noise worry you dear. They will find food and they will be silent.
You must try and sleep.

What do they eat…..these dogs?

They eat all that is smaller than them and anything that is alive. They travel in groups and dwell in cosseted citadels. They are creatures of unlight sweetheart; they prowl during the night and look for their kill. Go to sleep, surely you don’t want a sight of them.

Am I.. smaller than them?

Sleep you must.
The dogs let sleeping boys be….…
…you are out of harms way child, you are in the shelter of your home, and in the guard of my hold. Cool in your room is it not? Close your eyes and it will turn into the cool of a birch. Close them. Is your bed not made of wings? Of a seraphim’s pale watery wings?

And of rose petals..and of candy…and of clouds…

Outside a scream is followed by a gun shot. There is a clutter of noises and sounds. She puts her hands on her son’s ears and hides his head in her bosom.

Were those the dogs mother?

Yes. They must have made a kill. It must have been a rat- a street rat. You know rats are very small; they are lower down in the food chain. Rats die each day and the ecosystem goes on fine. That’s how the flora and fauna subsist. Its okay, the dogs will linger within the fringe of silence till their insanity awakens again.
…before that go to sleep, are not the cherubs beckoning you for play? Sleep and they will share with you the dreams of celestial nations and show you the golden kingdoms of kings.

The kingdom in which I am a brave knight, and I sleep on wings of an angel with my sword?

Yes..with your sword ornamented with diamonds to protects you. The radiance of these diamonds veils you from all peril. Sleep within this delicate shelter my dear, for when you come awake it might be gone. Rest in the arms of Morpheus, maybe you wake up in his land.

With the fairy tale endings, and so many dreams summoning him to slumber, he slept.

The air was then pierced with a riotous noise. There was a swarm of people outside: chanting, shouting even running. Someone started knocking vigorously on the door. She was scared. She didn’t want to, but she opened the door. There was momentary commotion at the door, but her son didn’t wake up. Not just then.

It was very quiet when he woke up. His mother wasn’t there. The door was open and the house was in a mess.
He had woken up and surely, his protective veil had gone. His diamond adorned sword and him were a world apart, in the world of dreams and angels.
‘The dogs let sleeping boys be’
They had come and left.
The dogs.

In another land, his diamond studded sword awaited his arrival, as he wondered if he too was a rat in the food chain.



The ending could have been better though.

Wish i coud write like that.