Nightmare Poem by amar qamar

Darkness surrounds me, completely shrouded,
Thinking and movements totally clouded
Try to run but my legs go weak
I hear movement, the stairs creak
Hidden behind a cupboard, crouched on the floor
I reflect how it started, with an eerie knock on the door
Eyes to the peephole it wasn't a man I observed
I saw an angel of death, can't be real, that's absurd
Stunned by the vision, I could not believe my eyes
Until he opens his mouth and expelled millions of flies
Scrambling to the kitchen, I seized a large knife
Weapon sorted, I was prepared to fight
As I turn back, he emerges though the wall
Clothed in black, skeletal figure and awfully tall
Smell of decay, putrid stench of death he exudes
He glides over, I slash at the darkness he imbues
Knife slides through, he smiles with evil glee
I whirl around, stumbling up the stairs, I flee.
That is how I ended up trapped, with him creeping closer
Useless knife held close, not making me any bolder
His shadow now looms, and coldness chills my bones
He whispers my name, in deep raspy tones
I push against the wall as if it will absorb me
Backed in a corner, some sense I finally see
I will stand to meet my fate, what will be will be
Surprise on his face a testament to my audacity
I take a deep breath knowing it is my last
He suddenly smirks, comes at me so fast
Then I am in darkness, fast deep breathing I hear
It was only a nightmare thank god death is not yet near...