Portrait of a Nightmare

In the boxed gilded frame exists the residue of A painter’s vision, of his nightmare placed upon Canvas. Locked within the cells of four square, Lies a view into the ethereal world beyond our Conscious mind. A heckling demon does laugh, as she the white Gowned maiden of innocence lies slain, as her bloods Warmth slips silently away, and life's flash memory, Closes around her for the last time. Hear the thundering sounding. From the heavy laden hooves, As hell's white steed, claims the vanquished heart of The innocent, and riding unto the gates of black ebony, He does so bare a rare prize, the soul of purist beauty. Oh so do the angels cry in heaven, weeping in tandem's chorus. For death's fallen will know the torments hidden in The mighty halls of hell's keep, for dark has over come The light, and at its flickering the last hope of mankind, Has become one of the shunned. Seductions father of evil, takes the white hands of The maiden of innocence, for one last waltz, as life leaves Her damaged shell, behind a phantom spirit of betrayal, Is left at the threshold of the forgotten, and salvation's door Slams shut unto her; she is suicide's victim of the broken Hearted, never to know the taste of Eden, or to see the glory Of Gods kingdom beyond. Nipping beneath the ladies gown of white, the demon Chastises her, belittling a life so sacrificed for what He does so scold; it is a minor thing, this emotion called love. Tears fall, be you so quiet, demon, I've suffered enough, but he Is the hell's jackal, and is her greatest tormentor. Awaken painter, she pleads from the ethereal realm, In sweats uneasy slumber, but the artist shields his eyes to late, And he has seen too much, for a mortal to so easily forget. Upon the canvas is a dreams vision, And trapped within, is she the soul of innocence, Forever encased within this prison, a Painter's revelation, called the portrait of a Nightmare. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN