Bad Dream

 

On an endless night a clock ticked,

Its hands unmoved, fighting time.

Darkness swelled to fill empty space,

As if to test light’s boundaries.

Aware of the battles materializing,

But incapable of taking sides,

I surrendered to a looming fate,

Knowing only my limited expectation.

 

Evil exhaled and darkness shuddered,

As if cowering to the greater power.

A development of sorts,

But otherworldly and menacing.

Frigid air exposed my own shallow breathing:

Vapour trails of cowardice, leaving me vulnerable.

A presence watched from the shadows,

Taking notes for future reference.