I know you, they say as its form passes through a landscape of lush grass and flowering trees. It smiles and nods in acknowledgement; baby's breath and daisies flourish beneath its hooves. Black specks shimmer between the blades of grass.
...so familiar..., the soft wonderment of a foal breathes through the twitter of birds and melody of wind. Its movement is silent, all lithe grace and a beauty that is otherworldly, as it nears the little one. It sings sweet lilting notes that ensnares the crowds of kin; lovesick dreams fill their heads and they fall to the ground in drowsy slumber.
Visions are seldom all they seem, the spirit sings as the black specks emerge -- thousands upon thousands of spiders -- to feast. The lush grass wilts and the once-flowering trees release their long dead blossoms. Baby's breath and daisies turn brown and crumble as the wind howls.
And you, awake, take in this world that is all illusion and smile. Once upon a dream, you whisper to the spirit -- its face regards you with little emotion, may only be a nightmare.
The spirit smiles and you see it's true face-