The Black Cat in the Hallway

I woke, to a full bladder. My dream had told me so. For as I slept I felt a tug, in the middle of the shadows.

I struggled to find my clothes to run down the hall before I'd leak. Though somehow the door I blocked with a basket, had allowed the dog come in during my sleep.

She growled as I was at the dresser, though I heard a cat, she whispered "Messer", as I tried to close the door to retreat.

Calling to my husband who was still in his slumber, I meant to scream, though I was caught by the shadows. The dog would not leave me be.

The cat she meowed, I was curiouser and curiouser. How this old black, tattered pussy, was getting to me closer and closer.

I feared them both. The dog and the cat, for my lover laid there unmoved by their spat. The dog ran after the poor old Kitty.

I ran to the bathroom, and thought; "What a pity!" I couldn't save her as I had to save myself. From the embarrassment I'd had as a child to consistently wet myself.

Though I made it in time I couldn't help but rewind, as I woke in such a shatter. For I had yet to go to the bathroom, I still lay in the bed, and I felt such a doom...

As I wasn't able to wake him in my dream. Though as soon as I had been startled, I ran to the window and muttered "Baby I had the most craziest dream!"

I had been protected since the day the sub was elected, it was just strange to feel such a deep fear in me.

For I now know the dog, was chasing that thought, whom has been stalking and terrifying me. She's such an old witch, she was ran over and thrown in a ditch.

The Black Pearl Cat was now older than dust. Though I'd watched her struggle for years in trouble as the Dark Knight chased after her soul.

She put a cyst on my Life, my making me be the wife, of my brother from lifetime's ago. I swore that I would love him, though I hated that I had bore him.

A daughter and son who were more like the DEVIL. He swore he was God's gift, though I never could believe him. For what Man would want to share his only loving wife.

Though I never loved him, because I fell before him. In love with a White Knight. My Husband had already bought me, as all the boys had sought me.

To steal me away to inherit my gifts. So I'd hide inside my bedroom. While I would skin my heirlooms. By high-level Golden suchness in sides of the Sun.

Though no one had believed me, I had my Baby with me. After I gave birth to his first born son, now a daughter. The lifetime's before had ruined our shores, and stole what was ours on one September morning.

As they stormed our Castle, we couldn't so much as wrestle. For they used poison in the morning coffee. So every one of our Knight's, were stolen in a flight.

When the aliens had come to retrieve them. I saw it in a vision, as I was standing in the kitchen. After I conceived my eldest favorite, My Beautiful Look alike daughter.

Though my other children didn't listen, they sat all day and blessed him. Just because he bought them things they wanted.

So now they both are punished, to remain on Earth and banished. For telling lies about me. For once they blamed my Love, for falsely stealing hugs, I knew that they had turned against me.

We are the night. We consume the days. Yet no one hear can seem to have the opportunity to listen to reason.

So instead of sleeping, and I no longer feel like weeping. I'll stay up tonight and most likely write.

As my dreams they come as warnings. So that I wake up in the mornings. Avoid the past and all of the future tragedies.

I spin again my apologies, for those who did not see me. As I tried to bring many the light. They rather hunt for darkness, by listen to the harkens, of sins lost long time ago.

My precious begins, I wish you'd sing. Find peace inside tonight. For while your eyes as closed, you'll see your future homes, though first you must face what you did in yesterday's and past lives.

To earn a true loves choosing, you quit all drugs and boozing, stand up against those who have us trapped in tragedies. For today the word is written, and yes it comes from just a mere kitten.

That we are meant to contrive our own might. Lost in the fears of what you hear, from strangers and friends, families, foes alike.

The things that you've done in the past, they are lies, meant to last and last. Trap you in things that you cannot erase right.

So share with me an incantation, to wake from all the nation's. Crystal children from the Stars are the new light.

There's millions of us to follow, and by the next true Sleepy Hallow, you'll have your eyesight given ten fold. To not need glasses, or contingency on your molasses.

You're Awakening with such a great might.

Goodnight.

The Pixie Ghost Writer
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