Nightmare (Fever dream)

A Poem by Wordless_Prism

I lay in bed tossing and turning, steam ripples off my brow, and I have already unloaded the contents of my stomach on the floor a few times. Something is wrong but, not just with my body. I do not know what, but I feel like the end is near. White-hot blades of fear stab my mind, then all at once. I feel a magic surge. My eyes cloud over and, I see, I can see her. A female form walks toward me, shrouded in misty mourning. She turns toward me, her eyes open, lightning shoots through me. My heart begins to beat, the thump pounding in my being. I can see and feel my veins pulsing again and again. My eyes go dark, then I can feel a lump in my chest. I can feel her coming closer. I do not know who or what she is as I feel her soul coming nearer. With her teeth ground jagged, senses and claws sharp like spears. Echoes in my heart are a pain. Eyes as piecing as the sun through shadows, the hunting silence after the siren song comes. Sleek and proud, she walks, not black metal but death in her coat. O, when it falls down when breath is held. The thundering applause in concussion sound, when cheers and tears meld. Why must it hurt so badly? How could something so pretty be so sad? I hate it, I hate it, and I want it to stop! Yet I know that when it is over, it's all I’ll be dreaming of. Thump, thump. Night, oh Day, why have you forsaken me? Where is the cold with its chill? Where is the morning with its mist? The teary eye without the dew? Gone is the dust without the ancient story? Forsaken is the fairy tale without the adventure? Screaming at the speed of sound, yet I’ve not the strength to stand. Cold, cold, in the dark. Want less, lifeless, deep, deep in the cold. And so here I ask again, on the fallen day’s dawn. Night, oh Day, why have you forsaken me? Peace and roaring darkness. My vision steels to black, and I fall to slumber. She who is beautiful and terrible as the Nightmare is coming.