Night Visits Poem by Dave Dunn

The angels in my nightmares are busy stabbing me
Two attacked at once and blinded me with glee
The flutter of their wings has made a breeze to let me know
That yes they still are here and just will not let me go

I wake in sweat and fever startled by this grim visage
The room is spinning all around me and seems so very large
Never were such deviant messengers visiting me afore
With devilish intentions they would frighten all for sure

Gross spirits in disguises are apt to startle all
And these flew down with daggers and their blood curdling call
Now as the fever lessens and I reach to find a drink
I wonder why the water has changed from clear to pink

Drops of blood are mingling from my bitten lip
Another moment passed before I could recognize this slip
The intensity of images we may see in our sleep
Often makes our memories fill with those we didn't want to keep

Another night I woke up from a slightly bizarre dream
Where scenes from different times and places I have been
Seemed to have joined up together and no wonder I had to smile
When Arthur Smith joined my father and chatted with us a while

Such night visits are often forgotten very soon
But perhaps next when I see blood at night there could be a full moon
And maybe more than daggers will flash before my bulging eyes
If Dracula or his cronies awake me with some surprise......

(c) Rhumour
September 23rd 2008