Upon the rising of a blood red moon,
a cold chill is in the air.
I am standing in front of a large
window on the top floor of a hotel.

As I stair out into the darkness
I glance at the window and the
reflection shows a man tall
dark and pale wearing a suit
and tie with red blazing eyes
is seated on the couch.

The man looks like a flame reflecting
light from the reddish glow of the
moon as he rises and approaches
from behind, I can feel his energy.

Its a push to my senses and a shove
to my mind, telling me to run.

As I begin to panic I quickly turn
around to face him, but nothing is
there.

I turn back to face the window and
he's standing next to my reflection.
With his sapphire gaze he disappeared in a foggy red haze.

The blood red moon from my
imagination brought me a dream,
a lucid trip through the
Twilight zone.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton