Kurt Kacich

A fallen angel came to me on a starry night,
Awaken from a dream I shed tears of fright,
Again I closed my eyes hoping she’d be out of sight,
She wore garments with wings decorated in white,
Carried behind hear a shadow that shined o so bright,
She told me of prophecies in the future of time,
On a starry night with the sun covered in darkness sublime,
was this an allusion? Or perhaps a dream within my mind?
was I a captive inside insanity, or a human confined?
Again I closed my eyes and saw a bright light,
But then I opened them with nothing in sight,
Nothing in sight but a clock and an atmosphere of black,
I glanced at the clock turning counter-wise not turning back,
A crow sat on my bedpost sounding at me with eyes of sin,
Perhaps iconography of something fore told, or a feeling within,
I covered my ears and heard the strumming of violins,
feeling numbness of goose bumps on my skin,
Wondering where my conscious lay in titan terror,
From abstaining from the message of the evil bearer,
Again I closed my eyes and opened them ever so quickly,
The crow morphed to stone and the stars vanished in the skies,
Within the 3rd dimension I awoke to streams standing still,
Startled by the screams of lost souls hiding within the hills,
Again I trembled with fear, awaiting when the end is near,
I looked at the frozen red stream and couldn’t believe my eyes,
A reflection of the world I once knew being trampled by a falling sky!
I heard the creaking of a door as if the wind blew it open,
In the wake of manica, I sprinted to the door,
When I got to the other side I opened my eyes once again,
I was standing in the sands of time freezing under a cold winter moon,
Alone in the desert, winds of plague blowing away the desolate fields,
Deserted in an everlasting nightmare a nightmare ever so real,
Quicksand buried the remains of every memory I had ever left,
Sinking six feet under in a cold day in hell, Frightened, I took my last breath.