A Demon in the Making
A dream I had in waking
Left me empty, feeling sad;
A burning sense of aching
From this sour dream I had.
A disappearing image
Of a figure dressed in red;
Your face, a mask of pain and rage,
Confirmed the tears you bled.
A dream that woke me shaking
With a fear I never knew;
A demon in the making
Trying to make his way to you.
Your tears of blood stained patterns
On cool, hard, marble stones;
Cotton, silk and satin
Cover brittle, fleshless bones.
A dream which left me quaking
Under suffocating sheets;
Sweating, freezing, baking
As I walked deserted streets.
Your skeleton lay broken,
But your heart still pulsed the same;
Your brain, forever woken,
In its fragile, shattered frame.
A dream I had in waking
Saw the demon at your door;
Your soul is for the taking
And my soul shall dream no more.
(Written in June, 1996)
Left me empty, feeling sad;
A burning sense of aching
From this sour dream I had.
A disappearing image
Of a figure dressed in red;
Your face, a mask of pain and rage,
Confirmed the tears you bled.
A dream that woke me shaking
With a fear I never knew;
A demon in the making
Trying to make his way to you.
Your tears of blood stained patterns
On cool, hard, marble stones;
Cotton, silk and satin
Cover brittle, fleshless bones.
A dream which left me quaking
Under suffocating sheets;
Sweating, freezing, baking
As I walked deserted streets.
Your skeleton lay broken,
But your heart still pulsed the same;
Your brain, forever woken,
In its fragile, shattered frame.
A dream I had in waking
Saw the demon at your door;
Your soul is for the taking
And my soul shall dream no more.
(Written in June, 1996)
November 1997 - A Demon In The Making was awarded runner-up place and published in the anthology Good Yarns vol. 2, by Miller's Publications. http://www.neilmillersbooks.co.uk/books06.html