Night Dreaming
Night fell and
So did her eyelids
Said her sweet prayers
Before off to sleep
But as she slept
So she awoke
Not living, not dying
Only dreaming
In the clearing
She stood alone
Not a sound
Not a rustle nor call
The moon shone bright
But the light never came
For she was cold as ice
As her sight became a vice
Her skin turned pale
And she started to shake
As she stared right ahead
And sealed her fate
Through the trees they came
Not pausing for breath
As they ran right along
Faster than wraiths
Her clothes they slashed
Her hands they scratched
Her face was cut
And at her body they snatched
Finally they caught
Her hair and arms
And to the woods they dragged
Her, where she belonged
She screamed and cried
But no one could hear
And give the girl aid
Who cried out in fear
To the cliff they brought her
A brief pause at the edge
But only for a second
Before dropping over the edge
Down they pulled her
Down to the dark below
Down into the earth
All alone, into Hell...
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