The nightmare

A ribbon of black, stretched across the horizon,

Darkening sky, awaiting for what ominous atrocity?

Evil lurking behind the shadows of the day,

The sunlight slowly melting away;

Distant whispers, inching closer with each passing moment,

The air getting heavy, with whose breaths and lament?

The obfuscated  blood stains on the stairs seeming fresh now,

An ancient groan emanating from the ground below.

A shiver of cold ran down my spine, that was cold scare,

I ran for life, but was slowly getting engulfed in my nightmare...