I once had a dream where the darkness
Taunted me, where it encircled me,
Like a prisoner. I was in a cage never
To be released kept as darkness's prey.

Its power over me saturated my Immaterial
Soul, cracked wept with it putrid stench,
Enclosing me in this place of ill fate. it knew
Of the fears of what delved in this place.

I was the meat it was the vulture picking at
A carcass still living, Peeling the light and
Digesting my terror feeding its obscurity,
It hunger in this darkened nest.

It had an instinct to hold me, to keep eyes
Unseen, to grasp the darkness to keep all
Black,I was entombed in this chaos.
Was I lost never to find the path back.

My mind was lucid, falling beneath its
Crushing embrace, but when the moment
Lost, I woke up sweating cold terror, I
Was in darkness still till eyes focused light.

All but a dream, all but a moment of twisted
Moments of things not consciously seen, I was
Fine, back in the living, till my next sleep, what
Waited in the slumber darkness or light.