The Nightmare

O how the cool winds blow,

And others do not know

That the darkness has entrapped me.

The waking world cannot hear my screams,

But in the world of dreams

They shake the ground.

I feel my feet pound

As I run for my life!

The monsters chase me with their scythes!

O how the fire from their eyes

Sore through the black sky!

The flames scorch my skin.

O why did I not repent for my sin!

They use their red scaly tails to balance.

O how I can feel the radiant stench of their malice!

My breath has become rapid.

My energy has been sapped.

However! I have become consumed with fear!

For they are near!

I turn around.

I have found

That they are no longer there…

But are in the air!

They sprouted dark black wings,

And now they are in front of me!

I'm going to be caught.

All the running was for not.

O! If you could feel that agony!

You too will lose your sanity!

Here time feels like it goes on forever.

O how I hope you never

Travel here.

Stay clear

From this realm,

Where your mind becomes overwhelmed.

Remain in the waking world,

Where the only thing being unfurled

Are the morning birds' feathery wings,

Where they in the dawn of a new day happily sing.