Shadow figure

Forlorn milieu, archaic abode,
Ominous revenant in murky hold.
Tenebrous halls, festering steps, figures in hide through dusk oppress.

Inimical threat manifests in shadow, angst betrays, I lay in Harrow, bereft of nerve, unable to speak whilst ever looming trepidation is bleak.

Recoil within, enveloped in sheets, rapid breath, sporadic of beats, throbbing chest, feelings of dread, covers removed slowly off of the bed.

Fingers caress, I gasp in fear,  imminent sight of spectre is near.  Knuckles clenched, courage succumbs,
remove the covers, all fingers and thumbs. 

Eyes wide open, vespers aloud, nothing to grasp, a vanishing cloud,
Menacing every dusk until dawn, belief in hope is tainted and worn.