In Dreams do Nightmares Come

 

One morning I woke up to find I was dead

all alone in my home still and stiff in my bed.

How curious to see me pale as a ghost 

with crumbs on my sheets from half eaten toast.

My clothes were askew all over the floor

while werewolves and demons howl outside my door.

The taint in the air has an odious flair

with no one to smell it and no one to care. 

Darkness surrounds me in hideous light

as goblins and ghouls devour and bite.

 

Round and round and round I go

 

What kind of dream is this I do not know?

 

How the hell can I be in this horror show?

 

When do I wake I want to know!

 

One afternoon I awoke from my hourly nap

the first thing I saw was your head on my lap. 

How disheartening to know how frail I can be

when all I could do was to throw up and pee.  

My cloths were in piles all over the floor

as witches and warlocks flew outside my door. 

The stink in the air from blood in your hair

reeks foreboding doom and total despair.

Shadows surround me in fiendish embrace

terror consumes me I look in your face.

 

Up, up, and away don’t let me stay

 

I plead and scream get me out of this dream

 

I gouge out my eyes and tear off my skin

 

Vowing and Swearing to never again sin

 

One evening I found I was not dead but awake

with you by my side warm and safe in my bed.

How assuring to see I’m as hale as can be

with flowers in bloom from heavenly celebration

My cloths were all neat in the drawer on the floor

while angels and saints lay outside my door.

The ambrosia in the air has a melodious flair

with songs to be sung, in loving jubilation. 

Sunset surrounds me in wondrous light

as fairies and elves dance with me this night !

 

Author's Note

A Halloween piece that I wrote for my niece-not my best but one of my favorites

Reviews

[Michael X]

Wow, this really captures spooky detail, and brings the reader into the dream, listening to the howls outside the door, the fun and frightful effect is a masterful play on words, halloween is my favorite holiday, you've capured is perfectly bob, very classic and hauntingly whimsical and fun. excellent job

[Victoria Harlequin]

I really like this, it creates not so pleasant images but then it creates better ones at the end.
This is amazing and I just love the tone of this. Great job!

[better off]

One morning I woke up to find I was dead
all alone in my home still and stiff in my bed.
How curious to see me pale as a ghost
with crumbs on my sheets from half eaten toast.

Oh! Man, i tell you dude, these lines here pulled me in, how you see yourself dead?
Coolness write, enjoyed this. I simply dig you style