The nightmare I created

The nightmare I created,

Was once a pure white sky,

But as time passed it grew darker,

Darker than the blackest night.

The nightmare is a beast that crawls

Around the corners in the night,

Always close, very close,

But never coming to the light.

No light reflects off his scales,

No talons shining bright,

The only sparkle is in his eyes,

That glow with cold delight.

The nightmare's eyes are always watching,

Never blinking, never moving,

Claws scratching on the windows,

Teeth clicking, smile widening.

Blood is dripping from his lips,

From his talons, on the floor,

Smeared across every surface,

Every carpet, every door.

Everyone has their own monster,

Everyone has their own nightmare,

Something crawling, coming closer,

And they know when it's there.

Fed off fear, despised and hated,

The monster grows or shrinks in time,

You have one that you created,

A perfect nightmare for each night.

I feel sorry for my nightmare,

Though it's heart is cold as stone,

It's only purpose is to scare me,

But I think that it's quite alone.

Copyright October 24, 2014 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.