Testo A Visitation

Faint sounds coming from my window,
is someone there?
Mind playing tricks again
Must be the midnight air

A foreigner in a far away land
Growing ill at ease
Wear from my travels Succumbing to fatigue

A visitation from the spirit realm
By haunting visions overwhelmed

Dreamscape of a memory
A place so familiar
Is this reality?
Reflections from the mind's mirror

Awakened as the drapery falls
Entangled in the veil
Confused in a cold sweat
Lying naked and pale
Tentacled horrors
burst forth from below the ground
A sinister voice echoes
from the sky with a thunderous sound
The specter hovers above like a black cloud
Casting its shadow, an ominous shroud