"A dream hunter."

[Ris Yerg]

Once I met a dream.
The cruel one.
It burned my heart.
The silly one.
I became a dream hunter.
The ruthless one.
I break its bright wings.
I like to observe the wingless
Dream futile trepidation
On a dirty ground.
Ash has no unnecessary
Feelings.

[Leanne]

I really like the format of the first six lines (not that I dislike the others, by the way!) -- those "the...one" lines add a lot of detail in a very short space. "I like to observe the wingless" actually gave me a bit of a chill, it's very sinister, and the closing lines are filled with despair. Great poem again, Ris.