Mere seconds asleep
But was deep
In the rem
When upon me befell
A malicious demon
And what happened then
Still haunts
My waking night’s pen
At the edge of my bed
It is there once again
Not of form
Nor of feature
A shadowy creature,
Insidious wisp
Wickedness
Its demeanor
Don’t know what it wants,
What it thinks,
What it seeks
I can only grip tighter
The covers and sheets
And replete with paralysis
Fear
Cognizance
I can only succumb to its
Malevolence