Fragile

Black marks on my ceiling.
Scorch marks from a battle that had raged above my bed.
Straining cleaning clearing: thoughts in my head.
Nights forever warrior.
Guarding my sleep.
That one last battle claimed it; then sent it crashing down to my sheets.
Nights evil villain finally regained its crown rising to its feet.
It broke the last protection.
The night it fell.
The night my dream catcher was broken; releasing its peaceful spell.
And my nightmares left me a cold hard shell.
Black marks on my ceiling.
Scorch marks from that last battle.
And now I am forever fragile.