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"Blood-Soaked Haunted Dream"

Unseen forces bring about a silent infestation
Spreading thick fog that blankets the forested land outside my window
Sending fleeting flickers of eerie scenes swirling that tease my psyche and invade my dreams.
Allured by the ghostly illusion
I sit transfixed as if held by possession
Staring out into the uncanny mirage
Remembering the forgotten mire
where the lady of my desire slipped into its blackest camouflage.
It is somewhere out there amid the clandestine trails
That my attention now treks
Until a ricocheting shriek from a voice disembodied
Brings me to levitate to my feet,
My breath matching the atmosphere around thy rigid physique…
Frozen and motionless, simply dead.
The Siberian touch that comes next accentuating the agony
By razors thrice felt slithering down the column of thy spine
Breaking and contorting my stance strictly kept.
It is then I notice
The fog that blanketed the forest land
Outside my window thickening
with the creation of Satan’s derision of the Trinity thrice Holy
As I flail in battle at the invasion of the fog.
Chocking and suffocating until I am utterly entangled and forever ensconced
Within its demonic clutches….
Its grasps that tear and shred my spirit from thy being,
Replacing it with wickedness and blackness
So unholy I wish it never seen.
For the scene that plays next not enacted by my own persuasion,
For I knew not nor recollect its execution
as one-by-one,
By the swish of an axe
I rid myself of unsuspecting villainous oppression.
With laughs and screams
I swim in the spilt water and quench my thirst with red rum.
Hours pass before consciousness returned
Gazing out upon the dissipating infestation and retreating fog.
It is then I feel thy strength returned
and sigh relieved at the disintegration of my possession,
Though wretchedly perceived
I think myself upon the investigation of tomblike screams.
Though horrific this may seem,
Alarming even the slightest of sane,
this is all but a consensual, sensual, conceptual meaningless dream,
So fear not my fellow fiends,
For tonight is but Halloween!
Written by Pho3nix19xx
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