It smiles at me:
Cold,
Dark,
Cruel.
It thirsts for me:
Blood,
Dripping,
Dying.
It wants me:
Nearer,
Sweating,
Fear.
It has me:
Gasping,
Panic,
Darkness.
But then, a light:
Awake,
Shaken,
Breathless.
It was only a dream:
Heart pounding,
Sigh,
Relief.
Or was it?