Faint sounds coming
from my window,
Is someone there?
My mind playing tricks again,
Must be the midnight air.
I'm a foreigner in a far away land,
Growing ill at ease.
Weary from my travels,
Succumbing to fatigue.
Kept inside this idle place
With ghosts of an idol's false embrace.
A vision from the spirit realm,
Now my haunting visions overwhelm.
Just like the Dreamscape
of a memory,
A place so familiar.
Is this reality?
Reflections from the mind's mirror.
Awakened as the drapery falls,
Entangled in a veil.
Confused in a cold sweat,
Lying naked and pale.
Nightmarish horrors, burst forth
from deep below the ground.
A sinister voice echoes,
From the depths
with a thunderous sound.
The Spectre hovers
above like a black cloud,
Casting its shadow on me,
an ominous shroud.
If there were words to explain this
How would I sing,
or should I scream?
I'd give my blood,
My blood dry to stay right here!
Something I can never share
This urging need
to Invite the dark in..
©infj-loki
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