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A Nightmare's Come:
(Dining with the dead)
Voices, a thousand voices, of spirits dead and gone.
A caress of wind, delicate as a moth's wing.
Opened eyes, vacant, staring forever; do not blink.
Wake up, child, a nightmare's come...
They whisper, but one cannot obey.
Goblets of wine, red and thick; poured by ghostly hand.
Women plead for aid that cannot be given.
Wake up, child....
Wafting smell; decay. Of festered wounds and death.
Snarling, hounds of bone tear bloody limbs.
Screaming women, seed spattered on chest and face.
Wake up....
Midnight chimes, a dozen tolls.
Beheaded men, offer choice platter of gore.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Slowly, madness takes it hold.
Wake... Wake...
Staring eyes fall from sockets into glasses.
Teeth fall from one's mouth.
Blood oozes from appearing sores.
Severed hands reach, tugging on one's vested chest.
Never a familiar face...
Wailing winds tear, make haste through ghostly room.
Shadows moan and scream, approaching.
Hounds of hell sink fangs, bloody tears down one's leg.
Opening, jaws stretching wide; a bloody hand plunges.
Fingers scrabble down one's throat,
reaching, prying, tearing.
Nail-less fingers claw, removing flesh from bone.
Wake...
Helpless, terrified, unable to remain... Awake.
Clock chimes nine of twelve.
Time slows; slowing.
Torturous sight; the dead rise from their seats, reaching.
Toothless mouths grasp fingers...hands; legs and feet.
Shadows creep, they move towards; a victim.
Wake...
Nightmare; one shall never leave...dead or alive.
Twisting, tearing, pulling, ripping.
Soundless screams, a throat torn.
Wafting smell of freshened blood; hopeless death arrived.
Voices, a thousand voices, of spirits dead and gone.
Whisper, shout; telling of time left.
No more. Pain clouding, deafening screams.
Wake up, child, a nightmare's come.
Too late the warning came.
Too late to pay heed.
Too late...
Too...
Late...
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