It is in my fate to see
Dreams of terror each night.
Shaking, trembling, drenched in sweat,
I wake up dazed in fright.
The hand I see in my dreams
Shows up just from nowhere.
Its fingers drip blood and write
On a wall that is bare.
The message written is clear:
Satan demands my soul;
If I don’t give unto Him,
It would devour me whole.
I see this dream every night.
I dread going to bed.
I can’t bear that on my soul,
That of Satan be fed.
• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format.
• Awarded Honourable Mention Prize in "The Elementalist Contest" , The Elementalist Contest, Fifth round, January 2009, organised by LdyPhoenix.
• Initially posted as entry no. 454641 in the book MISCELLANEA, "MISCELLANEA" . Posted as the present item on 26 January 2009.
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