On a creepy night I lay in bed
Foreboding thoughts inside my head
Before I fall into a surreal sleep.
In an unwanted nightmare encounter
I see my dead ex wife shapeshift
Into a red-eyed, menacing demon.
Then she morphs into a night hag
And sits on my comatose-like chest.
My body unable to move,
My mind unable to depart
From the disturbing nightmare,
I scream myself awake.
My senses calmed down
I Remember my dead wife
Dabbled in black magic.
I wonder if she’s become
A demon in some ghastly hell,
And if she’ll haunt and attack me
In another night hag nightmare.
Bob Boyd