Nightmare
It is a poem of a man who has a recurring nightmare about a spectre of a beautiful and seductress woman who comes to him every night. But is she just a dream or something evil.
Fantastic arabesques visit me each night and dance.
Are they in my world, or I theirs?
‘Tis best I know for sanity’s sake.
Tell me then am I mad or just dreaming madness?
Are these shapes and shadows that visit me each night in my mind,
I must know.
There is one creature of the night
If she is a succubus, witch or devil I dare not ask
For fear my soul it would be put to task;
This ravenous maiden’s eyes doth glow
As she approaches softly to my pillow
And whispers temptations that would damn any man’s soul.
It is useless to resist; her charms are infinite
And her mouth is hot with desire
Till the biting end.
In the morning I lie as one dead
Unable to move limb or eye,
No vestige of life left.
‘Tis only my heart beating ever so faint
That shows life in me to others.
My skin grows pale and blue as my dreams are more vivid.
My reflection becomes less in the mirror,
Till one day it will no longer stare back at me
And I will have become one with the creatures of the night.
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