The Face

He was sleeping soundly but suddenly awoke

He knew not why but felt as if someone spoke

Though he was all alone in bed he could sense

Someone or something was present there, cold and tense;

Then he saw a horrid face, hanging near the roof

The face of a woman with a smile aloof

And a clammy sweat broke throughout his body

Seeing the wizened face floating downwards slowly;

It stopped and hovered just inches above his head

And peered at him with eyes that were filled with dread

Slowly the face grew dimmer 'til it faded

And he was left feeling all worn out and jaded.