SP Poem

This poem was inspired by a dream character who DARED to try and attack me during SP in MY WORLD and ended up being attacked instead . Don't fear the SP.

I fear what I see , I fear what I see , but if it's not real then why does it scare me?

I fear what I see but how can that be ? only in my dreams have I seen such a monstrosity ,

I feel what I see but it's not even touching me , could this be real ? am I in danger ? will I be killed by this peculiar stranger ?

As it stares at me menacingly I can already feel it's weight pressing me , I try to move it doesn't work and it stresses me

The realization then hits me , I accept my fate , I wish I had seen this creature lying in wait
I accept my reality and my untimely death , and prepare myself with one last breath

Awaiting to be ravaged I experience a premonition , something was familiar about my current laying position
No longer distracted by the creature ahead I could see myself lying in bed
I felt sheer fascination not an ounce of dread , it was then I concluded "NO I'M NOT DEAD "
I was still me but in the nocturnal world , where the powers of mind and body can be fully unfurled

The creature attacking me still remained , but not for long ...
As a figment of my own making , now IT was going to feel the pain .

The Paradreamer