Nightmare

What shadow brings this sorrow, to my sleeping? What wisp of dark cloud do I see? What minor tone is this I hear? What foul presence I sense? It is all I dread, and all I loath. It is all I fear, and all that has torn those I love. I mean to flee, but running I don't accelerate. I intend rather to fight, but lashing out I cannot find my intended. I Open wide to scream yet no alarm comes forth. What is this then? What lays for me, in the mist? Who stalks me from shadow? Who fingers the minor chord? I strain, but see only the cloud. Feeling an evil presence, I flail against the mist 'til all my breath is gone and snapping back, I recoil from a stone like hand. I can neither run nor fight. Leaping with all my might, I strain to fly, and miraculously seem to take wing, only to feel a claw-like grip 'round my leg, pulling my back to shadow. It has me now, all remaining hope fades. I am beaten to submission,,,I am broken. The ink of the foul darkness sinks from my mouth to my lungs, still no scream will come. I smell the stench, and I hear the creaking gates opening to receive me. The mournful tune plays on.

-Rock