In the bleakest nightmare horror looms

Awaken by a rush of water down my face

Repeats the last moments of dark dreams

Gradually vanishing almost without trace

Fleeing from the effigies with dreaded haste

Drawing away light from the far window

Replacing night shadows with a bitter taste

Wrapped in iconic wreathing pillow

Memory sketches of the dark dream retrieved

Meandering slowly entwined my weaker soul

Pressing sore with urgency conceived

A heavy burden weight and hung in control

Capture passion and peace by a driven spirit

And rendered reality lost to a chilling realm

With excruciating horror mind and soul hurl out

Of this world, finding the next forcefully driven

Perched on foreboding gloom slow and strange

Hiding its name and the meaning of this dream

Behind the Gothic mask below a window ledge

Stain with frighten voices whisper and scream

Into the night, cries broken by the screech of owl

Dark syncopating sound roar with haunting waves

Trembling terror climbs out of the murky core dull

From the dark dreams reviving sinister memories

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