A Meeting With The Dream-Lord
In a dimly lit room where city lights did peep,
Lay a woman, seemingly in peaceful sleep.
But from the window’s edge, a fog began to sweep,
Draping over reality, pulling her deep.
She stirred, her eyes opening to a room she knew,
Yet an eerie silence and a chill that grew.
From the murk, a figure of nightmares stepped forth,
Pale, grotesque face, a spectral entity of the north.
Skin like bleached bone, fingers cruel and thin,
Enveloped in a cloak, the color of sin.
Paralyzed in dread, she was caught in-between,
Seeing this horror, yet her sleeping self serene.
By her side, on the couch, her body did lay,
Outside this nightmare, in the calm of day.
She gasped, her astral self taken aback,
As the shadow leaned in, launching its attack.
With a grin that made her heart race,
It hissed, "I'm the god of this shadowy space.
Do I make your heart race, do you cower below?"
Defiantly, she whispered, "No," though her trembling did show.
Recoiling slightly, it retorted with glee,
“I can drown you in fear, set those horrors free.
Make you wish you’d never closed your eyes.”
She replied, “I’m not afraid,” though her soul belies.
She glimpsed her sleeping form once more, safe and sound,
Yet another nightmare soon unbound.
A grand mansion, its hallways long and wide,
Trapped, she tried to run, to hide.
Every room a labyrinth, every shadow a snare,
Ghosts lurking, whispering despair.
Chains around her wrists, pulling her inside,
In this house of horrors, there was no place to hide.
Back in her room, facing the cloaked beast,
His laughter echoed, readying for a final feast.
With a sweep of his arm, into blackness she went,
In that vast, endless void, her will almost spent.
"I'm not scared!" she cried, her voice but a plea,
Yet the cold and the silence, her true enemy.
As the weight of eternal night tried to smother,
She jolted awake, the nightmare finally over.
Breathing heavily, in the room's dim glow,
She hoped it was the end of this terrifying show.
Yet, the chill in the air, a whisper so clear,
Warned her that the dream-lord might always be near.
