Dark, doom, death
And the snake
Red, like blood, like
Unlucky
Twisting through
Thought, dream, mind
Unsettling
Upsetting.
Fear, fright, fathomless
As hissing whispers
Thread through her
Consciousness
And laugh
At her fury
At her pain.
Tears, terror, trapped
Reliving her
Worst moments
In a symphony of
All she wished would
Never happen
But all that soon
Will come true.
She must awaken
Must escape
From the strangling bonds and
Wicked voices
She must warn
The rest of the world
Of the danger they deny and the
Chaos that awaits them
She must, she must, she must, but
She doesn't know
How.
