The Figure

Darkness sorrounds you
the dreary sounds are bloodcurdling
your breath is short and raspy

You close your eyes in hope of it all going away
When you open them a figure stands in front of you
You hope it will leave and not stay

It moves closer its nostrils flare
The figure is tall and frightening
It has a intimidating stare

It doesnt growl or bite
It stands like expecting something of you
It doesnt try to fight

Without a sound it turns to leave
curousity takes over and you follow
Maybe your just niave

Theres a clearing up ahead
The figure disappears
You wake to find your just asleep in your bed