It stalks us each day, wanting to consume
Wishing to take us, having
A hold,
A grip,
To take us to that place of
Fear,
Horror,
Sweats,
We may fight it, struggle
But it is like hunger,
We may fight it, but it will win every time.
For some it is
Happiness,
Release,
Relaxation,
It is that which takes us all
Like death, but temporary
It consumes half our life
This cousin of death,
Not eternal but called sleep.

Beyond this tenebrous curtain, fear associates
itself substantially, refusing to take separation.
I am inclusive to the elements. Tangible forces
caress without inhibition.
Without respect it inspects. I respond with aversion
but cannot cure a prevention.
Swallowed alive am I! Ineffective inside these bowels,
without the slightest hint of protection.
I stretch my arms, trying to fight an unseen burden.
I rely wholly on touch, 'tis a war far from won.
Motion is stalled as heavy weight pushes down into
this abyss. Poundage is transferred upon other parts
of my decrepit fragility. I am being suffocated by the
enormity of my aggressor. Will is weak but I find strength,
adrenalin is guided from fear and I use it.
Surging forward I lift my assassin. I can feel the blackness
wrapping around my being, invading my face. They bind
around me like tentacles of a octopus squeezing tighter and
tighter. I summon the strength to heave the creature upwards.
The weight now lifted but still these bindings grip my all.
I grapple until I feel a sudden ease and I am free.
Illumination now presents this assailant before my own eyes.
The silkiness of such sheer cotton sheets piled up in the middle
of my bed, now in this light look as harmless as they are in reality.
I hear the groaning and look over to see the rising cloud, resonating from the floor beside my crib.

I flinch with fear as my spouse scowls over at me.

Unfaithful Serpent of scorn, who art thou to lower
your sight? Casting me down beneath thee.
I think not, above own plateau is that of this Kings
Territory. Had I lesser demeanour it would be your
head. Glaring up at the block with rolling eyes of
Crimson glaze.
Away then to White Tower for this most personal of
torments. A lesson to be taught and yes most delinquent
of friend. I will engage precious and most valuable
time as tutor. In near future I do expect your values
will become distinctly comparable to this Royals own.
Under scrutinizer the truth shall become known.
My truth is without doubt. Would thee allocate to
question the word of a King.
If this be true all Hell will befall thee. Ponder well on
this should you doubt my resolve. Should you confess
before God and King answer then with your ink scribbling.
Should you speak true I will show lenience and mercy.
The block will be preferable to thee. The alternative to be
burned to ashes shall pray more wholly on your brow.
This decision is for your own conscience.
Right will raise its head in either forum. Why then keep
possession on the other?
Such is the error of your ways the axe-mans block is your
favoured direction. Your admission signs your own fate
but is of your own design. Free will brings confessional
signature to light of day.
This King is now professed to be unlawfully wronged and
once more is eligible to take his toll.

Is it my calling to ****, do I adhere to follow those that sing such an operatic call for
death.
I wait in earnest for my provider with fain instructions to request this body to invade
with evil destruction upon another. I request, no, beseech that this is not to be the
case.
Beg implicitly that I shall be freed from this unlawful and ungodly task. Something
deeper warrants that I follow, in deed demands that I pursue this most superfluous of
destiny.My argument is futile falling so fluently onto deaf ears, if only I could
reciprocate
in same kind. If only this persecutor would leave, get out of my head, Exorcise itself
from
within this troubled mind. But nay the barracking continues incessantly.I wake in
unusual
surround, bandaged in bloodstained attire. How or where remains mysterious? Why?
Even more so. I cry into the night. I cry for this cadaver, this shell bleached in such life
giving elixir. I cry for me.
Lock me away I plead. Padded cell is my destiny my only resistant, use any form to
remove this incessant drone. I pray to my God to release me from this bond but only
Devil answers my calling.