Thursday, January 22, 2015

Dreams

He awoke with a start
His face face covered in sweat
But the whole room was silent
Just the thrumming of his heart

His face pressed back into the pillow
All his nightmare proven false
With the goblin, witches, and demons
And even the shadowy willow

He told himself, giving assurance
None of it was real
And as his eyes closed, he felt bone-chilling fingers
He swore he felt a presence.

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