Nightmare
Like a ghost she appeared in front of me,
Her dark hair brushing against angelic wings,
One white, one black,
A sword steady in her hands,
I could not shout or move,
And as she passed slowly through me,
I felt a chill down my spine,
And from that moment I knew,
Someone would die tonight.
Her dark hair brushing against angelic wings,
One white, one black,
A sword steady in her hands,
I could not shout or move,
And as she passed slowly through me,
I felt a chill down my spine,
And from that moment I knew,
Someone would die tonight.