I waited anxiously.
Knew it would come soon.
Slowly at first,
then with monstrous vigour,
The dark clouds that spread,
threatened to swallow the hemisphere.
The treacherous seagulls fled.
I tried desperately to light a candle,
To ward off the darkness,
that promised to engulf me,
But nowhere I could find a lighter.
The howling wind was the only music heard in the labyrinth,
except for the worried beat of my own heart.
I tried to recall the happy tunes,
that were played years ago,
But no melody lives in the chambers of my head.
The force of the gale shattered all the windows.
Broken glasses scattered everywhere.
I struggled to put them back into their former shape,
But the shards of glass dug into my skin.
I winced in pain.
I cannot put the shattered pieces back in place.
Outside, the trees danced to the violent rhythm of the storm,
Creating ghost-like shadows that haunt me.
The pitch blackness entertained their wile efforts,
No light in the vicinity to chase them off.
I prayed hard,
for this torment to end,
for the pain to disappear,
for the fear to ebb,
for the darkness to fade,
for a light to save.
Suddenly I woke up.
All around me is quiet.
What was that nightmare?
I could not fathom,
It is only a phantom,
I told myself.