A Visitation

Faint sounds coming from my window, Is someone there? Mind playing tricks again Must be the midnight air A foreigner in a far away land Growing ill at ease Wear from my travels Succumbing to fatigue A visitation from the spirit realm By haunting visions overwhelmed Dreamscape of a memory A place so familiar Is this reality? Reflections from the mind's mirror Awakened as the drapery falls Entangled in the veil Confused in a cold sweat Lying naked and pale Tentacled horrors Burst forth from below the ground A sinister voice echoes From the sky with a thunderous sound The specter hovers above like a black cloud Casting its shadow, an ominous shroud --- A Visitation - Revocation