In Her Dreams
Asleep contented, dead to the world
Inside she hears what the outside has never heard
Her inner fears and nightmare dreams
Flow within her torrent of screams
What entities posses a soul so young
What has she done, to become their chosen one
Her nightmare starts with hands through the walls
In every direction she hears them call
Every time they touch, her blood they draw
Their clamping hands like vice like jaws
Her eyes open in chilling stare
As she greets the entities sitting there
Beings so different with humanoid shape
Clothing scant in skeletal drape
Piercing eyes in her mind they search
This five, on her bedside perched
Her body now in levitation
This beings of five in realisation
She has been chosen to continue their race
Their experiments tested her grace
She awakes in the morning in normal stare
Her parents find she's just not there
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