NIGHT VISIONS
What grizzly vision descends upon me
Whilst sleep takes my breath and holds me hostage
A face unrecognisable by mask, and pallid
A hand, cold to the touch, reaches out and grasps
Wrapping waxen fingers to my skin
Enclosing me with cold silence
Lifeless eyes stare straight ahead, unseeing
Shoulders hunched hopelessly beneath a shroud
With a deep fragrance of death beneath it
Is this the devil in my soul
Straining at the rein, waiting for one lapse
When he comes visiting
A seed of fear runs through me
As I close the door to a nightmare
Venture not into the valley of wrong
For the finger points at you
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