Engulfing Doom

Hear the tale of a beautiful woman A story told should be forbidden She falls asleep quickly And lies in her bed neatly Beautiful colors she sees ahead... Interrupted by a mysterious view It summons her to a mountain stream She notices an aroma, intense in her dream The smell lingers on Her presence she fears does not belong Sensations felt from above her head She cannot relinquish this feeling as of yet Looks behind but her senses deny Terrified, she turns to hide The force is too strong for her to run Trying to awake, she could do none Inhaling, exhaling down her back it moves She sees it now, black, dark and absurd She knows this could only be one thing An engulfing doom, a shadow encircling her room It is a ghoul her mind conjures Trying to take her soul for sure Suddenly her phone rings, She returns from her slumber Awake and barely aware She drops the phone and looks above Realizing it is still there.... ©Holly P. Moore November 26, 2012 "Waking Up" Contest Entry