The Wait Poem by Rolls Royce

It's dark and cold, when will the sun rise?
Time stretches into eternity, turning my soul into ice
I strive to fight off my stupor, stay awake, be aware
Daylight hours away ‘ere it can end my nightmare

The silence is deafening, I dare not breathe
I must stay undetected by the beast
Shrouded in shadows, sneaky persistent
It lurks out of sight, yet evilly omnipresent

It feeds on fear, instigating impulsive actions
Desperation causing me agonizing palpitations
Unconfirmed and treated as a psychological condition
It lingers on the fringes of human cognition

Having inadvertently breached its sanctum sanctorum
Endangered and suffering self-inflicted pandorum
I move stealthily, treading lightly, quietly, now fully alert
No desire to be a mesmerized victim turned into dessert

Cunning, tenacious, relentless, like the Baskerville hound
The creature combs the dilapidated castle for betraying sounds
On the hunt, stalking through its treacherous edifice
Its aim, to terminate the intruder with extreme prejudice

The seconds tick by, draining my senses with every strike
I tremble with each step I take towards the great oaken doors
If only the day would break, sunrays on this creature alight
If only it would burst into flames in the early morning light

Ach, it found me, nowhere to run, there is no escape
I am done for, it pounces on me draping me with its red cape
Oh where is the light of dawn, where salvation
This is not what I wanted, not eternal damnation

On the verge of extermination I find respite
A crack in the magnificent roof, a trickle of light
I twist and turn, trying to coax my monstrous slayer
Closer to the death rays reflected by an ancient mirror

At last, after much tussle and desperate measures
It has landed directly in the path of devastating erasure
It resisted my attempts to move towards the light
So my only alternative, trick it to the opposite side

Trapped in the snare of unanticipated reflections
It bursts into flames and dissolves into a million atoms
A successful end to my slaying excursions
I head home, my sanctuary from all mortal diversions