Telepathic Aurora, mystical waving. There's a way to talk to the Universe and thou shalt receive.
Dancing, frock-ling with Nymphs it’s easy to be deceive.

I sat feeling protected by my army of Gnomes, resting and nesting, heart warmed in my home.

Fairies engaged in recreation here and fro, dancing prancing with cares of their own. I was ensued with gay-ity gazing from my self appointed throne.

For reassurance I humbly requested of the “Divine One” another 100 Angels please.
I want them based at every point of my property you see.

To be surrounded comfortably as they lay heavenly at my feet with ease. I felt the release of goodness around me.

I smiled. I felt the warmth as a mother embracing her child.

This peace, this comfort survived a momentary serene time for awhile.
The soft Blues, Purples, Pinks and Gold colors were ever so mild.

I walked towards the window and what did I see.
A man dressed like Santa hustling hastily.
It was a Bill Collector crossing the street.
I know because He had Clown shoes on is big feet.

Oh but alas. Vileness attempting to enter my domain to overcome my ass.

A breach had punctured in my cozy abode I believe.
I did what the Heavens had advise of me.

I did all what I Imagined, all that I was told for me to do?
I gathered up Gnomes, etc like a homeless woman that has gone cuckoo.

I carted in Gnomes and placed them strategically around my home. Yet here comes this Devil that is approaching my Dome.

Oh my. Clashes and the flashes what had occurred. Was I day dreaming. Or was it Alfred Hitchcock’s “the Birds“.

What just happened, “The Universe” fighting for my Soul. I suddenly felt my Being worth it’s weight in gold.

So Surreal was that moment in life, can this be.
The Source sent them really to fight over my DNA, me?

All the Love I gave was not in vain?
All the needless bone aching pain.

Guardian Angels rode in on their winged Unicorns of rapture.
This time the horrid Devil’s Imp were beated down and captured.

As the “Imp” crossed the street, he was flattened by a Mack truck. My “Divine One” that kind of sucked.
For the Imp to be so furously struck.

This caused me to pause, I leaned back with ease, with my head tilted sidewise and my arms soft as cheese.

My arms outspread. I remembered his words,  "Vengeance is mine said the Lord" ……….. Okay enough said.