A Frightful Thing, a Thing Indeed

I laid me head, a-bed in haste. I dream a place was left to waste. A sign of life, no, not a trace. This build and hall have fell from grace. Dust; the bust roof withered away, Pieces like torn veil hung, decayed. This place I knew but all in vain; But a dim, lit room, I surveyed. I knew it well, this place of work. It looked of dread, the smell was worse. Nothing I saw, but something lurked And, deep within I felt a curse. While I was turned, it grabbed my arm. Thrust into a wall; yet too harmed, I saw it close not from afar… Towered height and thin with black skin Long sharp nails and a dark long chin. Its white eyes pierced me deep within, That monster thing, it worked a grin. Then, it punched me into the ground Injured, I could not move around. Its screeched, growl was a fearful sound! It liked something of what it found. It raised its nail high above me, Bursting blood as it went through me. Gargling coughs and busted breaths, Grueling pain and throbbing chest. A big, belly hole deep within, Bleeding life, and my sight seem glim. I knew these pains will not be mend, I breathed my last, and I was dead. Awake I lay, so feared I was, I felt it all, but all not some. I wonder what my mind has done, The soul and mind, they must be one.