Fleeting memories half glimpsed
Pop in, pop out, like little imps.
LIGHT!
Bright heavenly light chases away
The heavy night. Small forms
Step and creep,
Filling the chamber where I sleep.
I am borne upward and out,
In their arms I begin to shout, then...nothing.
EYES!
Large black staring eyes
Pierce my soul and spy. A brooding
Presence sits,
Deep in my soul it festers and spits.
My greatest fears and desires
Spill out for them to acquire, then...nothing.
VOICES!
They tell me I'll be unaware,
Their visit is merely a nightmare.
I have become their marionette-and that,
That I will never forget.
I am filled with longing, yet dread
For the day they return to my bed, then...nothing.
I come awake with a start.
I hear the pounding of my heart.
Wrapped in blankets like a cocoon,
I look around my familiar room.
I remember dreaming of a light, and riding with
The Gods of the night.