White Wolf Poet Sonnet

What I Call a Nightmare:

‘Twas the night before the last shadow came,
A spirit I had encountered before,
It held me down as if I was to blame,
It had bad intentions of that I'm sure.

Enabled movement, pinned upon the bed,
It moved through me like an unwanted guest.
Speaking in motions, but nothing was said,
Nothing more to say, nothing to confess. 

Once it had released me from its vile trance,
I shuddered to think what could it have been.
A spirit of sorts that came for a glance?
Although its hidden face could not be seen.

It's never come again of this I'm glad,
Who needs spirits like that if they're bad.

(Ten Syllables per line)

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Christy Stover January 17, 2017 at 3:08 PM Excellent exciting poem. White Wolf January 17, 2017 at 5:49 PM Thank you very much, Christy /|\

Tim Smith January 17, 2017 at 2:28 PM just terrific Rick White Wolf January 17, 2017 at 5:48 PM Thanks, Tim /|\

Probir Gupta January 17, 2017 at 6:28 AM A very good sonnet ... an weird experience nicely versified ... White Wolf January 17, 2017 at 5:47 PM Thank you, Probir! /|\

Chris Green January 17, 2017 at 6:03 AM That's what I'd call an unwanted dream guest. Nicely done Rick. White Wolf January 17, 2017 at 5:46 PM Thanks, Chris /|\

Anne-Lise Andresen January 17, 2017 at 3:39 AM - The spiritual world is exciting ... but we have to be careful - A great poem, W.W. - hugs // Anne-Lise :) White Wolf January 17, 2017 at 5:44 PM You are so right, thanks, Anne-Lise. /|\

John Herlihy January 17, 2017 at 12:43 AM A sonnet full of quality and discipline. The theme is interesting and one that I have experienced and written about. An evil spirit, a jinn, passing in the night. JH White Wolf January 17, 2017 at 5:43 PM Thank you, JH /|\

Darren White January 17, 2017 at 12:06 AM This is a great sonnet, and it flows beautifully. Don't play anymore, k? White Wolf January 17, 2017 at 5:42 PM I don't anymore! Thanks, Duir!