Angels 'round my bed.

Angel tip-toes 'round my bed,
giggles, smiles, messes with my head.
Angel taps her wand three times,
doing so, changes time.
I wake to world of vast unknown
where life is death and dead things grow.
Screeching for a ladder out
eyes turn red land like fountain, they spout.
Moments later, salty tears aside,
I'm starting to like what once I would cry.
Stars glow blue and grass is red,
thanks to Angel 'round my bed.