He was half real, half a dream.

He was half a dream , half real ,
I could see and touch him in my sleep,
His brown eyes  shone brightly in the dark,
The feel of his woolen hair awakened goosebumps across my skin,
His skin felt  warm like a candlelight.

His breath felt   cool like an autumn breeze,
His voice was angelic, soft  as a whisper,
His kisses were addictive like nicotine ,
His passionate stare was haunting yet enchanting,
His  fingers were heavily entwined with mine.

He  read my palms and swore we were meant to be,
He promised me  a fairy tale , paradise , an eternity,
an infinite world free from sin, despair , a land where glory and honor rule,
a land  forever lined up with autumn leaves ,
Where  every  touch turns everything to gold.

As the night grew grey hairs , and monsters roamed the streets,
His hands melted and his touch dissipated mechanically,
His back grew wings and the ever joyous face grew creases,
His toe nails morphed into hooves , his smooth body  grew spikes ,
his brown eyes grew dark , his  woolen hair became feathery.

My angelic prince became an apparition,
An angel in a monstrous figure ,
All the promises became nightmares.