An Affright Phantasm

Gazing at the light far off,

I sit miserable and dull,

There is an eerie silence surrounding me,

A frightening and deceitful lull.

Wind blows past me,

Carrying a strange voice as it moves,

Suddenly comes a thumping noise,

The sound of whining, the sound of hooves.

As I turn back, I see nothing but darkness,

My spirit freezing to deep slumber,

There was something where it seems nothing,

I wonder, when my breath counts it last numbers.

My hands move to my heart,

Sweat beads trickling down my forehead,

I turn back to the position where I was,

and see a horse standing far ahead.

Sits on the horse, a woman,

With fiery eyes and a sword in her hand,

The rider shoots her gaze upon me,

As fire erupts from the barren land.

Those eyes aren’t the eyes,

which drives a man to his salvation,

they were the eyes of the Satan himself,

destroying the soul for his own relaxation.

The light turns into bright flames,

the chilly wind into heat blasts,

I stand there, melting to dust,

My body burning, joining death at last.

As the hands from the ground,

Pull me into the devil’s lair,

I shriek at the top of my voice,

My scream heard nowhere.

To see myself staring at the ceiling,

Lying flat on my bed,

The dream so dreadful, so evil,

Isn’t an easy one to forget.