What I Call a Nightmare:
‘Twas the night before the last shadow came,
A spirit I had encountered before,
It held me down as if I was to blame,
It had bad intentions of that I'm sure.
Enabled movement, pinned upon the bed,
It moved through me like an unwanted guest.
Speaking in motions, but nothing was said,
Nothing more to say, nothing to confess.
Once it had released me from its vile trance,
I shuddered to think what could it have been.
A spirit of sorts that came for a glance?
Although its hidden face could not be seen.
It's never come again of this I'm glad,
Who needs spirits like that if they're bad.
(Ten Syllables per line)
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017
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