Night Terror
I wake, my eyes rapidly wandering;
Avidly searching for the source of the tapping.
Held captive by the sight demon with it's repulsive hellish guise.
Lingering; Hidden amongst shadows it stares while I let loose my cries.
Raising my shield of comfort, blocking my eyes hoping it'd flee.
Yet still it lingers; feeding my fears; arousing my terror in me.
My creativity betrays me; misconstruing reality for fiction.
Bringing forth a multitude of tormentors of my terrified imagination.
Monstrous shadows and sharp fanged demons are my walls new décor.
They beckon; imploring to be an audience to my shrieks once more.
Shivers travel down my spine, I whisper, “Who goes there?”
The shadows take form; a beast with crimson eyes and the size of a bear.
Turning, raising it's claws; claws tinted with the souls of victims past,
It grins, bearing his jagged teeth, advancing; helplessly I yell, “AVAST!”
“Demon of the night avast! Depart! Withdraw yourself from my quarters!”
Yet still it creeps, pacing closer to the foot of my bunk; disheartened I cower.
Retreating under the warm embrace of my shield, terror torments my mind.
A silhouette rises, looming over my carcass; a vulture awaiting to dine.
Tightly shutting my eyes, begging the reaper my soul quickly take.
It's claws begin tear through the hull of my shield; I wake...
Copyright © Joshua Torres | Year Posted 2015
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