Nightmares

Her dreams raged on, wreaking havoc on her mind.
She could not wake, free her hands from the bind.
Her body was cold, her spirit on fire,
She was ready to fall off the tightrope’s wire.
Shadows laughed, demons waited to catch her fall.
Her subconscious shuddered, a guardian angel sat by the wall.
A flutter of wings, a swift and gentle flight.
The storms had passed, demons fled into the night.
Finally she woke to the twilight hour,
She allowed herself to succumb to an angel’s power.
Back on the pillow she laid her head
And listened as the angel said
‘The storm clouds have passed, now sleep in peace
for there are other’s who need to be saved from their dreams’.