Poetry by Jeff Green

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Sleepless Night

by cricketjeff on October 9, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

As darkness creeps across the room
Your heart is filled with silent dread
You hear a groan from deepest gloom
It says that soon you will be dead
      From every shadow they can see
      You are not safe within your bed
      No way to let your spirit free
      It knows that soon you will be dead
You hear them close on every side
They cannot be inside your head
Reality can’t be denied
You know that soon you will be dead
      As darkness creeps across the room
      They know that soon you will be dead

For you no morning sun will rise
These ancient demons must be fed
Their darkness will engulf your eyes
So very soon you will be dead
      You cannot move your legs and arms
      The covers feel like sheets of lead
      You are restrained by evil charms
      And very soon you will be dead
An ice cold feeling in your spine
To mortal terror you are wed
With spectres waiting in a line
Who know that soon you will be dead
      For you no morning sun will rise
      Before the dawn you will be dead
 
Your limbs are gripped by unseen beasts
Who’d give your body in their stead
At Halloween each phantom feasts
Before they feed you will be dead
      Your mind recoils before their moans
      You feel you’re dangling by a thread
      They sing to you in dread-filled tones
      Before they end you will be dead
You wake a mess of fear and sweat
Perhaps they’ve heard the case you pled
They will return to feel you fret
When they give up you will be dead
      Your limbs are gripped by unseen beasts
      When they let go you will be dead

Author notes

Triple modified Kyrielle sonnet (the last lines of each stanza are not identical, but clearly closely related) or possibly a triple Kyriellish sonnet?