Mercutio forewarned, but I ignored

Queen Mab,
you have tainted my day,
with fickle images of
subconscious.
Recurring sounds,
colors…
Scenes…
The voice I recall
like an endless melody.
A Nightmare? Nay.
It was a solemn heart’s prayer.
Her eyes swelled in
pool of tears.
Why do you cry?
This ruthless Faery
has no mercy, and laughs
when I ask for one more day.