Dreamscape Warrior Poem by Ghost Writer Insomnis

An eerie event, an interlude taken place somewhere between barely conscious thought and REM, typically in the dread of night. Be aware of illusive confrontations, for in the absence of light darkness casts no reflection. Your enemy is on the prowl.

A creepy stillness gradually envelops me, as I descend further into obscurity; overcome and overdone by yet another day of illusive thought.

Visions are extreme, my heart pounds into my awareness. Reality uncertain yet quietly persuasive. I toil finding myself incapable of concentration. I trudge through the mire of battle flanked by an evil I have no words to describe.
I descend slowly into the inevitable darkness called abyss. My heart sustained a deafening blow, the remnant of my soul, a battles toll. Incredible visuals from the dark-side, images of blood drenched talons slash away at my members, flesh torn to the bone. I dare not even the slightest gasp, for retaliation would prove lethal to both mind and body.

Movement is random now placed under the bondage of anxiety. I must attempt a fight out of this quick mud. Intense pain drags me deeper and further into this unimagined experience. The visuals choke-out my voice and deny me. Words have no recourse in this uncharted territory; only my spirit can offer recognition.

Entering dreamscape this warrior reveals a heightened perception of euphoria. Question is 'can I trust these events as they appear? Is this moment in 'time' as we understand it, reality? If so, in whom do i trust? My heart continues the race onward. The Wraith-like entities that surround me have become shrouded within the blackest rage. A color of fear I have never encountered captivates my soul, laboring every breath. Morphed creatures given life by ceiling joices and air ducts, gaze in mockery from above, challenging my sanity, vying for control of my existence. A game of souls, my demise at any cost.

I cannot move, The Rage of Ages verging upon me. I must release the warrior. Each epic battle draws strength from both the Ascended and descended fighters, adept at securing their masters prize, the possession of each soul.