I sit on the side of my bed near the nightstand, where the glass of water rests me. My head now bows down; an inhaling and exhaling sigh comes about, as the wind through the window blows; this dusky omening shadowy night, the curtains withering and rippling. I take a sip of water from the glass I delve, reflecting heartfelt phantasm, and then shut lids over eyes to sleep. In a sudden lucid-vision on a trip I take, I could resonantly hear the Pianist on the Piano play her battle of friction on the keys. The Pianists' background changes to a desolate dark desert place, a place I had never been; mesmerized to the notes as I tread nearer. The sandstorm gets strong; the sky turns black with silent sniffle-gasping breaths reflected through the irises of her eyes, to this sleeping mind in rem. From this woman afar, the sky pours wounded rain. As the sand beneath my two feet is windswept off the ground, there is a door which lays ahead of me, no structure to help support it; just a door. I near to observe it. I look from one side, then the other. It does not seem it led to anywhere . . .  I go moreover to observe its secret. The door had no lock, nor a keyhole, but an emblem. The emblem resembled an angel with one wing, the other torn apart, and her feathers lying on the ground; this had to be eons old. Her touch it appears was all that could open it. Knowing this, as the storm grew harsh, I asked her to come hither to open this sturdy stoned door.
            A voice of echo came from abaft the door: "be careful, be wise, or you might meet your demise on this night you may never wake up." Left frantic I was, but I had already made my decision; no turning back now. After what could be true, but cold words, she went through me from behind, with her arm straightened out and palm pointed to the emblem; so onward she went to enchant the door for me. When her palm made contact with the door, the emblem burned beautiful blue flames around the woman it portrayed. The angels’ torn wing came together again, and the feathers on the floor within the detail of the emblem, rose to give feathers to her broken wing whence torn apart. The spirit-like woman vanished before me after opening the stone heavy door. Left soundless I was as to what I saw her perform. Before I proceeded to walk through the stone door, my eyes curiously peak through. I could hear bolts of thunderclaps and acerbic cold winds pushing against my face, which turns pale blue. This place contained more than just darkness. There were many broken keys on the ground; mine was one of them. My first name engraved on it, but only the three tarnished beginning letters remained from my last name on this key in abbreviation: K.O.E. My thoughts left in wonder, I knew not what this meant, but I knew there was more to this message. After retrieving the key, I tucked it in my pocket. Then, onward I tread along the ground of broken keys. The sound of each footstep I took made a metallic sound; one key rubbing up against the other, echoing throughout this vast place. I looked behind, as though it read my mind. The light through the crack of the door to the outside was nearing enclosure from the light. A flashback came to mind, my head now screeching to remember. Who is this place exactly? A thought came to mind, the mysterious woman was not too fond of light. I look up, the sky clears, and the tissue of her heart now becomes see-through. My eyes delved at her rib cage; a deep breath she had taken. A sharp pain from her breath of pain penetrated my heart so burdensome. I could feel the anguish from the deep breath she took. Why have you led me here? I asked. Is it true, the keys are futile to ones inner self? This was a sign mine was useless, as for all the other broken keys. While I took a deeper look around, so dark it was; I saw not one being treading in this place, but I, almost as if a chosen one.
            I picked up and examined someone else's key. I noticed how there was no name on it. I observed some of the others; the same tarnish was on all of them, all except mine. What could this mean? I asked. I tread along the ground of keys, the sound of each footstep made a metallic sound, one key rubbing up against the other; echoing throughout this place. Withal, no trace the answer. Seized, my footsteps stop, so all my treads left behind came walking from abaft me toward my standing point as of now. Two steps left to go, I could sense them nearing as if followed. As I look up her esophagus, I hear her lips, for I could feel them, as her vibrant vocal acoustic voice says to me, “Kiss of Expulsion, Hither, Lies, Eternal, Rabidity.” It struck me like a sharp pain through my veins and through the nerves within this body of mine; so the whole time, "Maleficent" played the demonic piano within her. She spoke my name and said, “thank you.”

Then, I awaken in my bed. It was not a dream because
Awakening and sleeping dreams becomes our reality,
Is what one does, what one fancies with for answers
Not a dream, nor trite wonder material, though it seems.
This heartfelt reality is the true portrayal of a woman I’ve
Endeavored fighting her darkness, becoming her worst dread,
Disheartening to lurk her mind, that woman within “Maleficent!”