What lurks within our dreams?
Is it real? Or merely our imagination?
You will never know
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The shadow moves around the room
Sheilded by the dimming light
Surrounded by the evening gloom
It slowly shimmers out of sight.
It glides across the polished floor
And with a diabolic laugh.
Goes into the night, though oaken door.
Around its face is wrapped a scarf.
Slithering through the misty night,
It sniffs the air to find it’s prey.
Espies a porch light, shining bright,
A beacon through the misty grey.
It stands without, wrapped in it’s cloak,
Of glamour, hiding its identity.
You would not see, though you may look
Behind the mask, this diabolic entity.
Enshrouded thus it gains the Porch,
Enters swiftly deep within.
Through darkened rooms it needs no torch
The scarf, it hides the evil grin.
Moonbeams shine through windows clear,
As it gazes on the sleeping forms.
For while they sleep not knowing the fear,
That crawls within like coffin worms.
The fearsome beast, falls on it’s prey
Absorbed within it’s peaceful dream,
Knows not the terror that holds it in sway.
No chance to awaken with a scream.
The flashing of a blade of steel
Across the bed a darkening stain
The Horror takes it’s evening meal
Death so swift would give no pain.
It swiftly moves from room to room
Till life within exists no more
It laughs with pleasure at their doom
Then it glides in silence out the door
Upon the porch the light still shines
Reflecting the stains upon the door.
The mark of talons, four jagged lines,
Bear witness to what has gone before.
The wraith returns to whence it came
The hunt is over for this night.
But come the morrow, twill be the same.
It will wander again the misty night.
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Bill Murray