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And again this night he invades her dreams,
Nearly a week now and she knows not what it means.
A new town a new house, a new life, a life on her own,
But she would get used to it soon it would feel like home.
She feared sleep, she feared him she knew not why,
Only she did fear perhaps it was his hypnotic eyes.
The deepest brown but filled with such torment,
She could see it, she could feel the pain emit.
Hair the color of a ravens wings hanging loosely amid his back,
A silver sword held tight poised for defending attack.
He was tall perhaps six foot three a little less maybe a little more,
Eyes searching always stopping as they reached the door.
Never once were words spoken between the two
It was as if he didn't know she was there or what to do.
He could not be real only a phantom from her mind,
Conjured by her loneliness she thought had been left behind.
She tossed and turned blankets twisted sheet hanging loose,
Unnoticed by him for still only his eyes moved.
Hiding in the farthest regions of her mind she peeked through,
Sweat glistened upon her body as she searched for clues.
What if it was help he needed? But what help was she?
Perhaps the attic held secrets; maybe it could provide the key.
She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes tighter against his pain,
Sharpened steel sword streaking through her brain.
A sleeping daze she rose slowly from her wrinkled bed,
Slow steps, no control as she walked the path of the undead.
No wait she was not dead he could not take her again,
But try as she may there was no strength to fight this man.
So her walk continued through the lost pages of time,
Her basement had become a dungeon; of prisoners there was no sign.
But the blood. Long since dried but the stench lingered on,
Echoing in the distance a heart-wrenching groan.
No one was there how could it really be so,
She did not want to walk it again, but his eyes made her go.
Looking she saw him held fast in a small cell.
Open cuts oozed blood a nightmare from hell.
A serrated gash split his head his blood soaked skull in view,
A jagged scar upon his cheekbone and tissue showing through.
His tortured body though not dead was almost lifeless
And his eyes dazed, color untold remained sightless.
The groan lingered as it had in each dream
Why then did he bring her for it was a repeated scene?
Eerie, so eerie this same dream each night,
Soon she would awaken to dawn's first light.
This she knew for it was always the same,
Her fear, her anger, his nightly game.
She thought she had found peace at last,
But no her dreams had led her to the past.
A constant ring she shook herself it was the alarm clock,
She groaned aloud reaching for the cut off to make it stop.
Her arms stretched wide she so much wanted to sleep in,
Another dreary day she thought hearing the rain bombarding the tin.
Well the bills don't get paid if no work is done, and she rested her feet upon the floor,
She squinted her eyes, hmmm something I was supposed to be searching for.
Oh well it will come to me, a cup of coffee to start the day.
Once she awoke to the light of day her dream would always fade.
Once in her car she turned the key, damn she cursed it wouldn't start,
She raised the hood and her motor was torn apart.
The battery was gone, and all the wiring hung loose,
Oh hell, she would be late now what was she to do?
She ran back into the house rain dripping from her, soaking the floor,
Startled she jumped for upstairs she heard the sound of a slamming door.
Terror struck her soul no one should be here for she lived all alone.
The bedroom window was open it had to be the wind and she reached for the phone.
Nothing left to do but call in to work let them know she would be late,
Perhaps she would stay out all together it was already a quarter past eight.
No dial tone, no static, no nothing perhaps it was the heavy rain,
She hung it up wiggled the cord and tried it once again.
Still nothing. Until the rain slacked there was nothing to be done,
Well she could get out of her wet clothes. Going into the bathroom she searched for a towel but there was none.
Strange she thought should be towels in both bathrooms upstairs and down,
Something weird going on and her face marred with a frown.
A deafening scream shattered the early morning peace and her body shook,
She should call someone, damn no phone, so alone she was afraid to look.
The shattering of glass caught her attention and a woman's cry for help,
Oh she had to get out of here but the door would not open. Oh God footfalls on the steps.
She twisted and turned the doorknob but it would not release its tight hold
Stuck in this house with no one knew what and she shivered from fright as well as her wet clothes.
Over the house she ran trying both windows and doors while upstairs a battle raged,
So still she stood as she watched her house begin to change.
She was floating through the air so fast her head began to spin,
Her golden hair slapped her face mightily from the force of the winds.
She had no control to guide where this terrifying path led,
Faster and faster and faster she spun till all thoughts fled.
Her eyes held tight against the twisting, turning scenery,
But then the power of her ride took her will to see.
Hours and hours passed before her journey was complete,
And she landed none to gently on her feet.
She swayed this way and that trying to recap