A Nightmare Of The Soul Poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson

As I slowly crept into the room I could see her gently breathing,
it was a full moon out that starry night.
She looked like an angel,
which was ironic considering that's just what she was about to become.
I ever so quietly put the knife to her throat,
and in one quick motion gave her immortality.
Never did she wake from her sleep, as gently I did weep.
Crying out my heart did pour, as never had it before,
sleep my love forever more, walk swiftly through God's golden door.
Then I awoke from my dream, fear gripping my very soul, heart pounding.
It was just a dream, wasn't it?
I gently pulled the blood stained sheet up to my chin,
but alas sleep never came again.
For as a cloud crossed the moon,
Satan arose from his hellish tomb.
reaching out from the cold ground, he pulled me
further and further down, oh to God I pray,
please forgive me this day.