Ware Creek Road

The black shutters flap violently in the coming storm

Blood streaks down the windowpane

Snarling demon-mutts circle the white corners

The recurring dream of a house driving us insane

Something’s coming…

I see you in the attic and do not understand

Why you stand staring at me

Crying out and grabbing your hand

But you never seem to break free

Something’s coming and they are many…

The child’s whisper of a ghost in the darkness

We speed away in fear

Knowing it’s all more than just a dream and the legion’s already here

Hold me close, I will keep you safe

From that which brings death and hate

Hold me near and everything will be okay

The dreams still come but we choose our fate