Entity

I saw her standing by my bed,

She woke me from my fitful sleep,

I felt her stroke my fevered head,

A touch that made my chilled flesh creep.

My confused brain could not discern

Her nature by the candle glow,

Which gave her form an eerie turn

Of flickering gold from head to toe.

A smell like mould and musty books

Hung heavy on the nighttime air,

As two red eyes cast soulless looks

That caught me in their sinister stare.

Her face was gnarled and lined with age,

Her mouth an open gaping maw,

A twisted terror wrapped in rage

The likes of which I never saw.

She forced one hand onto my lips

To quell the murmurs of a shout,

Then with her others fingertips

Reached down and pinched my candle out.