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.