An Old Friend

Inspired from a horrible dream.

Who stands and

watches over me

whilst I sleep?  A

presence next to

me I can feel during

my dream.

 

Is it you old friend,

in your cape, covered

from head to toe? 

Are you just passing

through or does your

calling have a purpose?

 

I can feel the cold toe

of your scythe touching

my chest.  It burns of

dry ice to my skin.  Many

souls you have mowed

with your tool of passing.

Is it mine you are to

harvest tonight?

 

Awake from my dream I

cannot and you are still

here in my room.  Away

with you, if you are not

here to guide me beyond

this World be gone and

torment me no more.

 

He looks at me and gives

me a gentlemen's nod

and turns to leave my

side.  Soon will I return,

he says as he exits my

room.  

 

I awoke with such fright

with my eyes open wide. 

No one was there, calm

did I become.  Then I

heard a subtle laugh and

the closing of a door. My

old friend was gone, gone

to pay another visit of some

other friend before.