cower

 
my colors hurt today thrumming and throbbing tangeriene
witnessing the sunrise I look away
my dreams follow me into day
and I couldn't seem to shake the feeling of them

a surreal figure loom
watching me try to awaken
with a critical eye he snooped
purusing my light

today the sun rose red
my thoughts scatter and collected in the deep end
the depths vomitted him
careless of my reverie he demand attention from me

my melancholy hung back
she was in no mood to be attacked
her displeasure soon turned dark
and shifted into a vixen of ill repute

I thought to myself now you've done it
untapped black light flood the day amusing itself
the phantom was pleased

the vixen look on smiling
luring him deeper in
her fangs glisten
but she cared not for being lovely
she worry for the red sun, scorching

thiis creature of havoc, was creating chaos
her wretched thoughts, were to destroy him
bring him down to the pit, where he would see her stare

red eyes full of mirth
her displeasure was fully felt, when she manifested a goat
with hook like appendages

she caught the beast when he wan't looking
a gasp for air and a scream later
he was down on his knees
a host of creatures awaited him

his downfall was her tangeriene dream
he was lulled to sleep, lured by her song
with utter disregard for his own sanity
he had followed her into her nightmare

hello my dear, I am madness
this is the zombie apocolypse and you are too early
without missing a beat she disembowled him
and the creatures feast
then stood him back on his feet
now march my dear to a different need

the dark scowl then cower
she is a dark Mistress of hate
she will rule, for more than an hour