Woke

reality? fantasy? dreams? lucid? equivocal?

Awakened by a bat
Circling the room
raising the lantern wick
A feeling of doom

Opening the door
The bat left on its wings
Flew across a full moon

A feeling of doom

The night dark as pitch
Eyes glistening bright
The night of light
Thoughts of doing right

The mask was next to the ax

Crossing the woods
The trees mumbled
Groaned in low tones
Feeling the axe tumble

A clearing, a pasture
A house or a tomb?
A dull lighted window
Blood will be spilt soon

A feeling of doom

Awake or sleeping
this feeling will loom,

oh yes it will.