Sleeping soundly,
breathing steadily.
Then I start to toss and turn,
unable to rest.
My dreams have been flooded
with deadly faces
whispering curses.
Soon the sheets
wrap around my body.
Still faces come at me.
My ears ring with foreign words.
They speak in a tongue of old.
My sheets become
tighter and tighter around my body.
But to me they are not sheets;
they are vines catching me,
holding me in this dream world.
Then a vine wraps about my neck.
It starts to choke the life from me.
A face stops in front of me.
It is familiar.
I know this face.
He whispers a spell
to put me to sleep.
My eyes feel weak.
Barely awake,
I hear English tongue.
It says I love you.
I snap free of the spell
and scream.
Nooooo!
I startle awake from my dream
and unwrap my sheets.
I'm breathing heavily
and my heart is racing.
Again I whisper,
with heavy breath,
no, never again.
That face,
all too familiar,
I will never love again,
nor will his spells
curse me,
catch me,
or bewitch me.
I am free of him,
forever.
