Heavy

My terror grows with each passing night, As slow, steady darkness steals away sight. Footsteps and whispers add to my fright — Is there an end to such desperate plight? How long, too long, till dawn’s early light! I clutch my candle in trembling hand, And watch the shadows dance to understand What I envision as its light expands Through the room and down the hall’s span. There lingers a vision, diaphanous and pale, Shifting and shuddering, as though it were frail, Whispering softly a most horrible wail. Eyes no more than twin black abysses, The vision approaches to beg final kisses. Heavy, so heavy, my heart thuds in my chest. From hall to room the visitant creeps, Upon my mortal form it silently seeps. Gliding in silence, not walking — not quite — Closer it comes with its sulfurous blight. My eyes are held tight — can’t even blink right. Lips part, jaw drops, revealing a black maw; The specter extends one moon-gray claw, Caressing my cheek with a grave-cold paw. My throat constricts — no breath do I draw. It locks my eyes with hell’s black gaze, Until moonlight strikes in golden rays. The phantasm shudders and starts to blaze, Struggles again its arm to raise — But from the light it reels in malaise. And heavy, so heavy, my heart thuds in my chest. The hallucination retreats, as though pressed, Back to the doorway — its intent suppressed — Shrinking into the dark hall, a lost contest, Driven by a moonbeam so blessed, Whose gentle light coursed to my relief And unmasked the fear beneath belief — The frightful soul-stealing thief That stalked and grieved me, if only brief. Now I breathe, and calm my soul: “Twas nothing but a myth… a troll.” Then thunder pealed a mighty toll. Wind brought rain and a thundercloud — Again that wail, this time loud. Oh heavy, so heavy, my heart… no more…