The Nightmare.

The nightmares, they have returned. Though they aren't nightmares at first. They were dreams. The dream was beautiful. These dark clouds rolled in. From there things went downhill. The angel who was next to me, he's now a pale, yet still handsome man. He's not the same man I was next to just moments ago. His eyes are cold and filled with sorrow. He held out his hand. Do I dare trust him? His dreadful eyes caught mine. He says "take my hand, I won't let you go and face this darkness alone." he says this so passionately, just like my angel would, but he isn't my angel, I know it. I take his hand and grip it tightly. He whispers to me. But, I cannot hear him? What is happening? I close my eyes to focus. I open them back. He's gone? How could this be? I look around. Nothing. I hear my name being screamed from a distance. That voice. It's so familiar. Can it be him? Is it my angel? I run to his screams. Finally, I see him, but he's tied to a tree. Why is this? A breeze of icy wind surrounds me. Could it be? It is. I turn around and I see the pale man who I've seen before. He took my hand and took me over to a tree. He tied my hand to the beautiful weeping willow. I look into his cold eyes, confused. He walked away and went to my angel. He pulled out a sharp blade out from his pocket. My heart begins to race. Without thinking, I scream out "no!". The pale man looks at me and just smiles manically. He lifts the blade up to my angels throat.  Just as he's about to kill him, I scream.... I wake up, and the nightmare is gone.

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[Bare trees]

Nightmares always seem to end on a cliffhanger don't they?. This is a weird one but interesting, like a riddle from the unconscious. I'm sure it's linked to stress in your life somehow. I read about stuff like that years ago. I'm not sure I consider this a poem as much as a short story but it's thought provoking all the same.