In My Dreams Poem by Georgia Hindmarch

In my dreams I see you, centered and unmoving,
You stand as still as a Greek statue; and as beautiful yet,
All hard lines and planes; a sloping nose; curved, full lips.
You sit tall, poised to utter perfection, but lifeless still,
The marble floor surrounding you like the sun on the water's surface glitters,
A golden throne you sit on; a bejeweled crown on thy head.
I feel myself kneeling before you, a coldness seeping into my bones,
The feeling spreads throughout my body, drowning it. My knee pressed to the floor.

It is not you, I know of it. Nothing but a Eidolon in your blessed shape,
Empty, hollow pits of snakes for eyes - I watch as the 'you' transforms:
Gnarled and twisted joints creak and with skin oozing the black of night,
It sizzles against the throne, eroding the beauty away, I sadly realise.
I wish nothing more but to scream, though my head is bent in submission, mouth closed
And my unmoving knee seems to be bound to the icy marble floor.

In my dreams I see you, grotesque and foully formed,
You come towards me with the horrific squelching of demonic 'feet'.
Now I shake in fear, a forked tongue flicks out and presses gently my ear.
This is not the you I truly know, I tell myself. But now I'm unconvinced.
Dead eyes flash and the awful stench of rotting flesh careens up my nose,
I fight the urge to gag profusely, for there never was a worse smell on earth.
For the first time I notice that the only life in this dusty cold room is us,
The Eidolon looks into my eyes, through my soul, before reaching out its claws,
Tearing me, ripping me, dissolving me from Dreamland.