Satan’s Flight Through Chaos by Gustave Dore
through chthonic chaos satan flee
in brimstone vapours after thee
with leaden weights around your legs
you feel his smell of rotten eggs
the sins you’ve done is dragging you
however will you make it through?
entangled in your sheet you wake
and wondering which dreadful snakes
that made your sleep so tormenting
whatever was those dreadful things
what did your say? what did you do?
whatever did the dark lord knew?
to stay awake, your only choice
in sleep you never can rejoice
September 27, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Well, I must say, that is a ‘slither’ of a dream, lol
😉
Yep, sounds like the nightmares I used to have. Wondering what inspired this little rhyme. Nice rhythm. Definite feel of horror.
AH.. we all have nightmares.. but I was inspired by the picture…