The Nightmare
She called a name in the eleventh hour,
And the name that parted her lips was mine
She stood in the doorway with hair a'fire,
And evil from her eyes did shine
With earth a'shaking and walls a'quaking
Hell came rising from my floor
She screamed and spattered and glass did shatter
Until my ears could take no more
Then up came bubbling from the ground
A scroll that came from another time
It floated right above my head,
Then the witch chanted wicked rhyme;
"Rise, my children, from the earth!
Come join me at my beck and call!
Rise, and tear this soul apart
'Til there is nothing left at all!"
Then coming with great heave and shudder
The demons came a'prancing up
Circling me on every side
Wanting my blood to fill their cup
The witch did cackle, moan and groan
As I watched the scroll unfurl
The demons laughed with wretched glee
And about me began to whirl
"The time has come", the old hag said,
"To have your name upon this scroll
Once we have it, it is done
And I will then posses your soul"
I tried to run, and tried to scream,
But all I tried was much in vain
For in that moment I glanced down
As my arm, it burned with awful pain
Cuts appeared I know not how
Blood falling from my fingertips
It pooled around me like a pond
And in my blood, a demon slips
Then on the scroll my name was did come
Written in my stolen blood
The cuts, they deepened and worsened so,
Until it poured forth like a flood
The scroll then flew to her mangled hands
A toothy grin upon her face
She screamed, "My children, it is done!"
Their howls and racket filled the space
Then towards my body the demons crawled
Licking their lips in eager wait
I fell to the ground in utter defeat
Knowing I could no escape my fate
So in a demon's body I slither
And to the witch's side I stay
I prowl around the earth with her
Finding more lost souls to prey
Copyright © Kesha Mashaw | Year Posted 2015
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