Bard

Hallucination Bard            The darkness covers my perception as images flow through my head; my eyes open. While my body is laid upon the strewed straw bed, listening, pondering, I glance upon a glittering token.  What hath that be'  The sun trickles down my back as I awake from a summer’s nap.  The birds chirp the morning bliss. Sounds fill the chamber in my edor with cries and scattering from a baby next door.  Curse the maiden that neighbors me!   The glistening light blinds my eyes as I lift my head up from my chaff-filled mattress.  Rays from the sun hit my newly discovered treasure sending flakes of light to the coffered ceiling. The booty was the essence of a pearl nest egg glistening with opal shimmers; I reach for the marvelous sphere.  On first contact it burned my muck-covered fingertips causing my hand to retreat to a safe distance.  Grasping my feeble hand around a tatter I lift the glowing sphere and quickly place it upon my ground-table. I stood up from the golden spawn and carry my weight to the corner of my stone masonry and timber built home. The cabinets positioned on the pine battered walls held nothing, but a bottle of mead. I slowly, yet steadily grasp my one hand around the glass-crafted bottle and pour a potell into a goblet. Burning sensations run through my body with every pleasurable sip, numbing the pain in my fingers. I stagger and look across the room at the light flickering treasure resting on my table. What could it be' Did a constable misplace my king’s loot' The hourglass thickens past a quarter; I take a step away from my goblet and I’m an inch closer to the shimmering sphere. A brow’s perspiration forms, my other foot steps forward again. I eye the shaking treasure; I’m now a foot’s step away. Sounds of bustling in the streets and quarrelling cries from my neighbor’s freehold stop, leaving the rattling sphere and I alone in silence. The glittered object continues to quiver knocking over my past moon’s salted cod and bread. I bend over to get closer to the treasure like a freelance knight closing in on a thieving pauper. The cascading light from outdoors seizes. The quaking sphere illuminates brighter in the abyss of darkness leaving a light on my face. The mysterious object squeals a blinding sound and falls to the floor shattering. The illumination is darkened except for an ember glow. In an instant a small gleam of red forms into Lucifer’s flames, it is a dragon. I drop to the floor knocking over the tallow beside me. Blackness fills the chamber. My life flashes before my very eyes, illusions of good and bad diminish. Nothing is safe in a world of no voice, I scream at the top of my lungs. Drool falling from my mouth I hear the sound of a pencil sharpening. Lifting my head, I’m back in reality. My reality of which consumes of tests and homework, I had fallen asleep in class.