Released from night times dark abyss
in restful languor as she lay
with rising mists and light of dawn
her wandering mind escaped from dreams.
Recumbent still her eyes yet closed
she felt a wandering cooling breeze
that smoothed her hair
and stroked her face with gentle touch.
Her stirring mind by glimpse perceived
a barren place with haunting trees
where she’d been brought unknown to her
across his back in potions grasp.
Aware now of restraining hands
and by their grip bestirred she knew
the truth of her inflicted fate
in anguished grief she lay there still
a hostage to supressions hold.