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Dark Nightmare

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

dark-nightmare

A stormy night,

plunged me into a world of nightmares,

as thunder crashed

and lightning flashed –

I was plunged into a world of darkness.

On and on I went,

through a forest,

till I came to a clearing,

where a sinister moon –

came shining down.

High above on a craggy hill,

highlighted by the lightning,

stood a castle –

a castle nightmares are made of.

A path led me on,

thunder crashed, making my ears ring,

until I stood at the gate,

that would lead me into that castle.

No human owner,

could possible have created it,

unless it was the Beast

and I was meant to be its Beauty.

Slowly the door opened,

upon total darkness,

illumination from the windows –

only as lightning flashed.

Looking up on the stairs,

in the shadows he stood,

I saw an outline, there were horns.

Slowly he descended,

as he stood before me,

it seemed there was no fear,

he whispered something,

about having waited for me

and then that creature, that surely was the Devil,

bent toward me.

In the next flash of lightning,

crash of thunder,

I was hypnotized –

as I felt the Devil’s kiss upon my nape

and I fell into a dead faint.

Opening my eyes,

a bright sun was shining,

sighing I knew my nightmare was over,

placing my feet upon the floor,

looking for my slippers,

there they were –

covered with the mud of my nightmare.

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee

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