Excellent Looking into the dark dimension of dreams The Death Collector by Mimi Linny      Worst Nightmare Contest Winner

Deeply drifting, darkness falls As heavily I seep Into a strange dimension made Within my world of sleep   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   I hear the sound of silence, Its strange tranquility, The eerie stillness of the night, Yields  insecurity...   I feel the bite, the icy chill, The edge of sudden fear, I reach to touch the frigid frost That’s hovering in the air....   I taste the dank, the tepid dew Upon each cautioned breath, I smell the reek of rotting soil The pungent stench of death...   I see a lurking figure, dark A long, black robe be-flowing The haunting, hooded silhouette Of face nor body showing…   With shrouded arm, extended firm, Demands in silence, he With whetted sickle, glistening sharp Commands compliancy…   And points the way to timely death For all who’ve stirred his wrath And reaps in harvest All who’ve crossed the death collector’s path.   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   In dream, if senses sharp detect An imminent foreboding Be trusting of their heightened state And always heed their warning!   Writing Prompt Write a poem or story about your worst nightmare. If submitting a poem change the type to poem on the submission page. Worst Nightmare Contest Winner Author Notes Clip Art from Internet Dreaming can be seen as a 4th Dimension; sometimes feeling so real that when we awake, we wonder if the strange events have actually occurred. I wrote this piece several years ago when working on a series of stories for a Halloween event. I've adapted "The Death Collector" into a "Worst Nightmare."

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