The Wicked Being

I hear it, The wild Giggling

I hear it, The maniacle Laughing

I see it, The wicked Being

I see it, The insane Creature

I feel it, The freezing Breath

I feel it, The sharp Claws

Death is approaching so quickly now

The Creature is standing, So I take a bow

I feel the Creature circle around

It pushes my face against the ground

I feel the razors slicing my skin

I try to fight back, But i know i cant win

I feel the Blackness creeping over my soul

Like a ball on a hill, It starts to roll

Not stopping for anything until it reaches its peak

It comes on so quickly, like a tricky little sneak

My heart stops beating, My lungs freeze over

I die upon the Cliffes of Dover

Then suddenly i wake up from my dream

The sun is shining i can see its gleam

Im glad it was all a dream and came to no harm

As i pull from my pocket a lucky charm

I look up.

I hear it, The wild Giggling

I hear it, The maniacle Laughing

I see it, The wicked Being

I see it, The insane Creature.....