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 http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-2.php