NightMarE (Survivor Challenge 8)

Night falls again And I find myself immersed And buried within the images of my mind As I endeavor to focus upon a cohesive semblance Of the radiant light that serves the Dream Goddess Downy clouds of emerald haze Sway around her And frame her outline in satin linen Illuminating her striking form In a majestic silhouette The opulent mist languidly dissolves To unveil the pewter chains That keep her so brutally confined And tears of woe fall from her sorrowful eyes As they tumble to the ground In crimson puddles I look into her timorous eyes As she reaches out her arms to me Beseeching me to enter the safety of her consoling embrace But an imposing inferno blazes fiercely between us And I cannot find assuage in her defense I gaze upon her majesty As trepidation strikes my soul In enormous waves of piercing torture And the Mistress of Nightmares appears before me Dressed in a tattered robe of blunted gray velvet Her daunting eyes laugh tauntingly at me As she begets her mighty sword Gripped in her bony, ivory fingers And the sky billows in thunderous screams As charcoal clouds roll, forming macabre apparitions My body quakes in unrelenting terror As my enervated legs thrust forward And I trudge through the lacerating gauntlet Of raven colored rose bushes Adorned in spiked thorns with scarlet blood upon them The anguished cries of tortured souls Ring powerfully through my ears And I hear the heavy footsteps Of the baneful mistress following close behind As flaming tears of dismay escape my eyes Invisible fingers grope me As the blackened sky spits acid rain Dawn-tinted blades of ice Slice my skin and scorch my flesh As the eerie sounds of this phantasm fracture my vitality I am consumed by my own imagination And I know not how to escape this purgatory Yet this sovereignty was contrived by my own distorted mind And insanity threatens to drown my rationality As I strive to break free from the frigid grasp of this hellish world But the gates to reality have been locked And I comprehend that with each new night I shall become a spawn of wicked illusions And a prisoner within my own trances Until the day I set the Dream Goddess free Sounds from afar call me into existence And just before I awake I look into the eyes of my Dream Goddess As she sheds a solitary tear of vexation And vanishes into the nefarious grasp of the Mistress of NightmaresI decided to do this one about Nightmares.......if you like this, you might also like ~~Dream~~ (a little self promo) hehe Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 06 2002 12:33 PM PST   0 • 10