Haunted Night

In the shadowed realm of twilight's dread,

Where dream and wakefulness entwine, misled,

I'm ensnared in a prison, an abyss of despair,

As night descends, it's a torment so unfair.

My limbs, like anchors, heavy and still,

No movement allowed, a powerless will.

My chest, a vice, tightened by unseen hands,

In this sinister dance, my terror expands.

A spectral presence, lurking in the dark,

Whispers malevolent, a haunting remark,

As my mind's eye witnesses horrors untold,

In this nightmarish grip, my fear takes hold.

A figure approaches, face obscured in gloom,

Its intentions unknown, my heart's a tomb,

A silent scream locked within my throat,

As I battle the shackles, my freedom remote.

Eyes wide open, trapped in this void,

My voice, a whisper, no strength to avoid,

The weight of the world, a crushing despair,

In this surreal nightmare, I gasp for air.

Oh, the terror of twilight's cruel embrace,

A spectral prison, a chilling, haunted space,

No escape from the grip of this spectral trance,

In sleep's twisted grasp, I'm left to dance.

As dawn's first light brings release from the night,

I shake off the terror, reclaiming my sight,

But the memory lingers, a haunting refrain,

Of the nightmarish horrors that sleep did feign.