The Face

He was sleeping soundly but suddenly awoke,

He knew not why but felt as if someone spoke,The Face

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.