Solemn ghosts sat reluctant
Aligned in neatly established rows
Facing the lectern of the unknown
Knowing that He who stands
Would soon cast judgement
Upon the hapless souls unchained
The prideful priest boasts purity
Trailed by flowing robes He strode
Standing tall, bright light glowing
Entering the sober hall of mourn
Crossing the pews of onlooking orbs
He prepared to sentence the dead
"The time is now to show your worth
In this life for the next
Though you sit quietly content
Beyond this hall you will repent"
The hall began to tremble
As the priest gave His command
The silence of solemnity
Quickly replaced with an eagerness
To move at His behest
Together the ghostly souls went
"Bright are the lights of few
It is plain to see
The moral life you once knew
Will now continue into eternity"
One by one the brightest of them wept
As they vanished in a flash
Until the final light stood in contrast
Against the inky orbs of fiends
It's glow beginning to pulse
Refusing the priest his past
"Curious you are my wayward son
To deny your Lord privy
Into that brilliant life you led
Makes one consider if you're really
,Truly,
Dead"
A violent ripping began to sound
The hall then began crumbling
Falling to pieces on the ground
For within that final light
A demon the priest had found
Speaking in dark rolling tones
To the wicked souls around
"This man lies to you
For you are not truly dead
Everything you see and hear
Is all inside your head
Stuck inside this holy dream
Of all the ******* you've been fed
So wakeup now and return to your life
And the comforts of your bed"
The hall fell with a sharp retort
BANG!
I awoke panting and covered in sweat
Thankful for the light of morning