I see these beautiful, bright green eyes. They are almost glowing with the beautiful, almost golden yellow in them.
The outline around the green eyes is a much darker green than the inside.
And the eyelashes are dark brown.
The eyebrows are slightly brought together, as if she is deep in thought.
The skin is porcelain white, with a little bit of peach in them for color.
There are freckles on the nose and some on the cheeks.
Her lips are heart shaped, and pursed together.
She has an oval face, and raven tresses of curly dark red hair- with golden highlights.
Her hair is more brown than orange.
She is wearing a fiery golden; yellow shaded with orange dress, with a silvery indigo band around the waist.
Behind her face is the outline of the moon, and on either side of her is the dark silhouette of trees and branches.
She seems completely out of place amongst these surroundings; this bright creature; as if she is glowing with some kind of magic.
Another image of her renders the viewer shocked, with extreme vivid detail and stark contrast her face up closer seems to almost jump out at you from the page.
Her eyes in this second image are half closed, but her head is postured slightly leaning to the left, as if she is thinking, and her delicate shoulders are tense, as if she is about to move and look up, giving an answer.
The third image, behind the second, shows her face as a continuation of the second, but as a complete picture on its own.
In this image, she is standing facing you, and her eyes face the camera, unblinking, staring you dead in the eyes.
Her expression is serious, and she seems to be staring into your soul.
She has a very intense expression on her face.
The fourth image shows her left eye up close, and in the left eye, you can see a reflection of something horrible; a creature that looks almost human, but it has a rotted face with numerous tiny roots seeming to grow out of it, and the eyes are dead-eyed with black orbs and white specks for pupils.
The fifth image shows this creature directly, and in more detail.
Then, instead of another flash of image, the scene stays put, but the creature slowly grins.
The scene grows dark, and red; ominous. The tune slides downward; the music grows sinister and booming, deep.
Then the scene suddenly grows completely black, except for a white flash of the creatyre’s face, which is still grinning, with delight this time.
The scene changes to white, and the music softly plays, the notes going uoward in a calm yet kind of tense and forward-looking melody; as if something is about to happen.
Then, a single pure note rings out as a final scene fades into view:
The image of the girl’s face- this time it is like the second image where she was titling her head to the left and her shoulders were tense- except this time you are from the point of view where you are seeing her face better.
And now you can see her expression,
which is eerily similar to the expression of the root-face monstrosity’s grin.
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Author:
Rose of Sharon (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: June 8th, 2025 05:53
- Comment from author about the poem: I found this dream journal entry that I made a while back. The writing is not a poem in the traditional sense, but I tried to capture the feeling of dread and unease I felt; it was quite disturbing to experience.
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 1
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