NIGHT TERRORS
When the sky grows dark after days on eve
Twisted shadows start to seeth
After night, the lurk the halls
And appear as frightening images on the walls
Do we image such a terrible foe?
In our sleep clad eyes senses running slow?
And as we clench our hands with fear,
Of a possible death lurking near
Our mind plays tricks and the shadows dance
Fear cocktails our mind within a fearful trance.
There is no rest until the sun rises anew
There is no sleep until the light glints off the morning dew
What is it then that lights our souls with dread?
Past demons come, or perhaps the whispers of the dead?
On the come to claw through open windows or seep through floors
Gliding unseen past locked and bolted doors
And as we ride the glittering highway of visions where no time flies
Through soft relaxed and shuttered eyes
So that while you sleep with a mind of stone
The shadow creeps outside in dark alone
Then it breaths, and out comes a rancid reek
And your beautiful dream gargles into a horrified shriek
You shoot up tight, heart pounding in nauseated fear
Of the evil that seems constantly near
Twisted shadows start to seeth
After night, the lurk the halls
And appear as frightening images on the walls
Do we image such a terrible foe?
In our sleep clad eyes senses running slow?
And as we clench our hands with fear,
Of a possible death lurking near
Our mind plays tricks and the shadows dance
Fear cocktails our mind within a fearful trance.
There is no rest until the sun rises anew
There is no sleep until the light glints off the morning dew
What is it then that lights our souls with dread?
Past demons come, or perhaps the whispers of the dead?
On the come to claw through open windows or seep through floors
Gliding unseen past locked and bolted doors
And as we ride the glittering highway of visions where no time flies
Through soft relaxed and shuttered eyes
So that while you sleep with a mind of stone
The shadow creeps outside in dark alone
Then it breaths, and out comes a rancid reek
And your beautiful dream gargles into a horrified shriek
You shoot up tight, heart pounding in nauseated fear
Of the evil that seems constantly near
I love the concept that you're going for, dreams are usually not that explored. The imagery in this poem is great as well.
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