Post by Madame Red on Jun 1, 2011 12:41:23 GMT -8
Rest your head upon your bed,
Upon the pillow lay it.
Lights go out,
The shadows dance,
Their dance of death.
Death upon your walls.
You close your eyes,
The darkness takes you.
Into dreams you plunge.
Unprepared you enter them,
Expecting your realm of fantasy.
Instead the horrors envelope you.
Neither day nor dawn you land in,
But the darkest of twilight with no stars.
Even the moon has disappeared.
Around you, graves surround you.
Crypts of loved ones,
Of friends.
Through it you walk,
Gazing at graves,
At inscriptions on headstones you see.
But, with quite a shock, you hear a knock.
A knock, soft and hollow,
A knock from the graves.
Curious and careful you near this sound,
It grows louder with each step.
You begin to run,
Run, as it is frantic.
Faster and faster the knock becomes.
Fast as your rapidly beating heart.
Louder and louder, faster and faster,
This infernal noise becomes.
Loudest it is in a grave,
You stop before it.
You look at the headstone, black obsidian rock.
It is yours.
You blink in surprise, and when you open your eyes,
In a coffin you are!
The thumping and knocking is you, my dear,
Trying to get out of your grave.
You cry and scream, all in vain.
No one can escape death.
Your eyes snap open,
A last scream passes your lips.
You are back in your bed.
Cold sweat covers your body, matting your hair.
In waking you had shot up in bed.
And now you fall back to the comfy and cold sheets.
Your eyes close again,
And sleep claims you.
Again the descent into dreamland you make.
Safe, you think, I'm safe.
No more nightmares.
But when you land, you are in Death's arms.
You let out a scream, one like no other,
But Death's icy hand covers your mouth.
He picks you up,
You have been chosen as Death's bride.
But you are still alive.
To be his bride you first have to die.
Back to the grave he takes you.
Gently, oh so gentle Death can be!
He lays you on the satin sheets.
You are back in your coffin.
Hot tears roll down your cheeks, but Death takes no notice.
He closes the lid upon you, intent on having his bride.
Again you wake,
Back in your bed once more.
You breathe a sigh of relief.
But then the shadows stop their dance,
Melting off the wall.
Then there, Death stands above you, looming over you.
Before you can scream,
Or even breathe,
He takes you again in your arms.
This time when he seals you
The coffin is real.
Your final resting place.
You cannot scream for help,
Death has stolen your breath.
Your heart is cold and still.
There is no more struggling you can do.
Only lay there as your spirit leaves you.
That is all, and nothing more.
The spirit, your new form,
Rises through wood, dirt, and rock.
Your new ghostly form comes into the moonlight.
It shines straight through you,
Illuminating the grave before you.
The black obsidian gleams, proclaiming your death.
The only solid thing now,
It is Death.
All else passes pointlessly though you.
His once cold hand, now strangely warm, grasps your ghostly shoulder.
Silver ghost eyes meet black,
Black behind dark hood.
With a quick hand you throw back his hood,
What you see there shocks.
His face, this face of death.
It's him.
Long dead friend and lover stands before you,
Smiling that smile death has.
Smile turns to frown.
"You were not supposed to see," he whispers.
That voice, oh that voice!
So sweet and filled with sorrow.
The hand that held you falls to his side,
The other brings up the hood.
Tears of sterling silver seep out of your eyes.
You reach for him, but he pulls back.
"I return you to life," he says, low voice cracking.
His hand covers your eyes.
All light is extinguished.
Then it returns, a woman in white stands over you.
You reach to her,
But straps on your wrists restrain you.
"He was here," you cry. "He was!"
The woman smiles and gently pats your arm.
"Of course she was, dear," she says.
You wince as a needle pierces your skin.
The drug goes through you,
Blurs your vision.
The woman leaves,
The lights go back out.
Leaving you in darkness.
Darkness, but for the moon.
Silver light streams through the bars,
Bars on your window.
Through blurred vision you look out it,
A dark mass perched there.
Perched upon your window.
Silver illuminates it.
A regal bird, a raven yes,
Sits watching you with black eyes.
Eyes that should be hard,
Are soft.
You think, it's him it's him!
It has to be.
In your head his voice echoes.
"You killed me," it cries.
"I loved you and you ended my life!"
The raven sits still,
Black eyes, now hard, staring.
Staring into your soul.
You shake your head.
No! No!
The raven spreads its wings.
Don't leave! Don't leave!
Clouds pass over the moon, blocking all light.
And when they pass, you are alone.
Upon the pillow lay it.
Lights go out,
The shadows dance,
Their dance of death.
Death upon your walls.
You close your eyes,
The darkness takes you.
Into dreams you plunge.
Unprepared you enter them,
Expecting your realm of fantasy.
Instead the horrors envelope you.
Neither day nor dawn you land in,
But the darkest of twilight with no stars.
Even the moon has disappeared.
Around you, graves surround you.
Crypts of loved ones,
Of friends.
Through it you walk,
Gazing at graves,
At inscriptions on headstones you see.
But, with quite a shock, you hear a knock.
A knock, soft and hollow,
A knock from the graves.
Curious and careful you near this sound,
It grows louder with each step.
You begin to run,
Run, as it is frantic.
Faster and faster the knock becomes.
Fast as your rapidly beating heart.
Louder and louder, faster and faster,
This infernal noise becomes.
Loudest it is in a grave,
You stop before it.
You look at the headstone, black obsidian rock.
It is yours.
You blink in surprise, and when you open your eyes,
In a coffin you are!
The thumping and knocking is you, my dear,
Trying to get out of your grave.
You cry and scream, all in vain.
No one can escape death.
Your eyes snap open,
A last scream passes your lips.
You are back in your bed.
Cold sweat covers your body, matting your hair.
In waking you had shot up in bed.
And now you fall back to the comfy and cold sheets.
Your eyes close again,
And sleep claims you.
Again the descent into dreamland you make.
Safe, you think, I'm safe.
No more nightmares.
But when you land, you are in Death's arms.
You let out a scream, one like no other,
But Death's icy hand covers your mouth.
He picks you up,
You have been chosen as Death's bride.
But you are still alive.
To be his bride you first have to die.
Back to the grave he takes you.
Gently, oh so gentle Death can be!
He lays you on the satin sheets.
You are back in your coffin.
Hot tears roll down your cheeks, but Death takes no notice.
He closes the lid upon you, intent on having his bride.
Again you wake,
Back in your bed once more.
You breathe a sigh of relief.
But then the shadows stop their dance,
Melting off the wall.
Then there, Death stands above you, looming over you.
Before you can scream,
Or even breathe,
He takes you again in your arms.
This time when he seals you
The coffin is real.
Your final resting place.
You cannot scream for help,
Death has stolen your breath.
Your heart is cold and still.
There is no more struggling you can do.
Only lay there as your spirit leaves you.
That is all, and nothing more.
The spirit, your new form,
Rises through wood, dirt, and rock.
Your new ghostly form comes into the moonlight.
It shines straight through you,
Illuminating the grave before you.
The black obsidian gleams, proclaiming your death.
The only solid thing now,
It is Death.
All else passes pointlessly though you.
His once cold hand, now strangely warm, grasps your ghostly shoulder.
Silver ghost eyes meet black,
Black behind dark hood.
With a quick hand you throw back his hood,
What you see there shocks.
His face, this face of death.
It's him.
Long dead friend and lover stands before you,
Smiling that smile death has.
Smile turns to frown.
"You were not supposed to see," he whispers.
That voice, oh that voice!
So sweet and filled with sorrow.
The hand that held you falls to his side,
The other brings up the hood.
Tears of sterling silver seep out of your eyes.
You reach for him, but he pulls back.
"I return you to life," he says, low voice cracking.
His hand covers your eyes.
All light is extinguished.
Then it returns, a woman in white stands over you.
You reach to her,
But straps on your wrists restrain you.
"He was here," you cry. "He was!"
The woman smiles and gently pats your arm.
"Of course she was, dear," she says.
You wince as a needle pierces your skin.
The drug goes through you,
Blurs your vision.
The woman leaves,
The lights go back out.
Leaving you in darkness.
Darkness, but for the moon.
Silver light streams through the bars,
Bars on your window.
Through blurred vision you look out it,
A dark mass perched there.
Perched upon your window.
Silver illuminates it.
A regal bird, a raven yes,
Sits watching you with black eyes.
Eyes that should be hard,
Are soft.
You think, it's him it's him!
It has to be.
In your head his voice echoes.
"You killed me," it cries.
"I loved you and you ended my life!"
The raven sits still,
Black eyes, now hard, staring.
Staring into your soul.
You shake your head.
No! No!
The raven spreads its wings.
Don't leave! Don't leave!
Clouds pass over the moon, blocking all light.
And when they pass, you are alone.