Time: 03.00
Setting: Bedroom

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Some irrelevant moth in the dark corner of my bedroom:

Hey you!
Sleeping down there
Wake up bulky shrew!
Do you scare?

Beaman:

Why would I be fearful of you my dear?
What fool would quake because of you clung near?
Where is the sweat running down terror’d brow?
Who are you? I say sleep or depart now!

Moth:

Cease sough!
Question I hold.
Rest I not allow.
I’m Kobold*!

Beaman:

The moon is shining but my mind is glowing
You are but indigestion!
A dream, so pray do ask your question.

Moth:

Persia,
Her nukes soon true.
Western inertia
What to do?

Beaman:

Whilst doubtless from a mental apparition
This matter, though grave, needs recognition;
A tough predicament we now do face,
If we’re to avoid nuclear ambsace.

Their leader, Ahmadinejad be his name
Finds use in rhetoric and lies to inflame;
Plans blossoming, an evil insensate,
A land poison-filled soon to deflagrate.

An ancient foe aroused in wailing mist
While Europe honours the brave pacifist;
The left’s hand seeks out peace and fellowship,
But with Israel their harmony slips.

What will we say to our children tomorrow
When London, Rome or Berlin cry sorrow?
Amidst the radioactive ruins sad.
That we disregarded nuclear jihad?

Let us soon see our brave air warriors deploy,
To fix claws on power plants and destroy!
With steel in their wings and hearts fiercely hardy
They’ll crush the holocaust-causing Mahdi.

Moth:

Sound words.
Leave take meanwhile.
Return undeterred.
So I will!

Beaman:

Why old moth? Why?

Silence.

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* A spirit of German folklore. The name comes from the word kobalt or kobold meaning “evil spirit”.