A Moment

Cursed be the wretched eve

Heavy clouds stretched across the sable sky

Angry winds startle me from a deep slumber

My ragged body lie lifeless on my bed

Because my soul still parleys with my dreams

I dance a waltz

One

Two

Three but not beats

Three knocks that invade the sanctity of my mind

Latches onto my soul

And drags me right back into my damned body

That lie there under starless obsidian

I reach out into nothingness

With the partial control that remain from the paralysis of sleep

Hoping to achieve at least the gift of sight

And as if scheduled by fate herself

Three more knocks at the door

I call out “A moment”

A moment I dispose of as waste because

Though I near the edge of the bed

Time itself seemed to be growing impatient with waiting

So a moment

Spare me!

Please!

For now I need it

I cannot waste but make haste in the moment now

Then three more knocks

These ones seemed more aggressive than the prior

I shuffle to the door crying out

“A moment”

To which my unannounced visitor responds

With three more knocks still increasing in urgency

“A moment more” I screamed with fiendish fervor

Yanking the door ajar

Only to be greeted with a shadow of a moment past