Dark Dream Poem by Therese Anne Schmidt

It was the night before Samhain.
I had plans for the big night,
So I wanted to sleep in.
Deep in sleep as my head hit my pillow,
I drifted to a dark, sinister place.
A lady in red
With evil words and evil intent.
'But I'm a Wiccan! ' I cried.
With a smile, she replied,
'As hard you try, you're really Darkness' child! '
I tried to run.
Whenever I turned,
My stomach churned.
No escape, because she appeared there.
Out of my dream,
I awoke,
With many a scream.