Nightmare

Darkness surrounds me, completely shrouded, Thinking and movements totally clouded Try to run but my legs go weak I hear movement, the stairs creak Hidden behind a cupboard, crouched on the floor I reflect how it started, with an eerie knock on the door Eyes to the peephole it wasn’t a man I observed I saw an angel of death, can’t be real, that’s absurd Stunned by the vision, I could not believe my eyes Until he opens his mouth and expelled millions of flies Scrambling to the kitchen, I seized a large knife Weapon sorted, I was prepared to fight As I turn back, he emerges though the wall Clothed in black, skeletal figure and awfully tall Smell of decay, putrid stench of death he exudes He glides over, I slash at the darkness he imbues Knife slides through, he smiles with evil glee I whirl around, stumbling up the stairs, I flee. That is how I ended up trapped, with him creeping closer Useless knife held close, not making me any bolder His shadow now looms, and coldness chills my bones He whispers my name, in deep raspy tones I push against the wall as if it will absorb me Backed in a corner, some sense I finally see I will stand to meet my fate, what will be will be Surprise on his face a testament to my audacity I take a deep breath knowing it is my last He suddenly smirks, comes at me so fast Then I am in darkness, fast deep breathing I hear It was only a nightmare thank god death is not yet near...