The Beast

I try to wake from an endless dream
where things are not as they seem

I open my eyes but I can not see
I know not what has blinded me

As I feel my way across the room
I’m filled with a sense of impending doom

As piercing cries fill the air
my heart and soul are filled with fear

When the fog finally begins to lift
I find myself further adrift

Frantic, across the hall, I race
to find the monster in my face

I scream aloud; there is no sound
I’m swallowed whole by the wicked hound

Where dreams begin, my life ends
failed by my last line of defence

Many a battle I did win
but the war is lost to the beast within

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