Doubt and Dream

[Loki Wyrd]

Dought it is the dagger

For which I turn my back

I can not look behind me

For fear of losing track

With wails of sorrow

And melancholy cries

One must not doubt

The life he leads of lies

But if I am to seek him out

This evil wrought of fear

I need not look in the distance

For it is always very near

Doubt it is the sickness

For which I have no cure

I can't help but catch it

And bleed a single tear

Forever will it dance

In the back of my mind

Until my end has come

Or the end of time

 

 

 

 

 

I stay awake all nights

For fear of what they'll bring

Horrible thoughts brought to life

All within my dream

I toss and I turn

All to no avail

Still in the same place

Walking down a dark hall

I turn around to see

The way I came no more

Continuing down the hall

To inevitable horror

The hall stretches on

Into the end of sight

Candlelight flickers

Watching on in delight

The floorboards creak and groan

Underneath my feet

And above me are cobwebs

Housing a spider and his treat

Old and stale

Dust lingers in the air

And there is a suffocating stench

Smelling vaguely of fear

Doors line each side of the hall

Hiding the unknown

Scratching and shrieks inside the doors

Chilling to the bones

As I walk onwards

The light begins to dim

Candlelight whispers in the dark

The shadows grin

Footsteps fall

Which are not mine

Growing louder

Louder all the time

From behind me

They do come

I move faster

I begin to run

The light

It is no more

Only my breathing

And the breathing of one more

[Peredhil]

those had a nice beat to them.

 

I don't think I've ever slept so deeply part of me wasn't aware and watching my dream self - which is why I could enjoy my nightmares. I had the anticipation of the reactions when I worked them into the Fantasy world I Game-Mastered...