NOTE: Parts II - VII all follow on from Part I. They are all part of the same story, with the same human narrator :)
Past the midnight time, I hear
Odd whispers in my sleep
Like phantoms passing far and near,
Fading shallow, fading deep:
"You take the front. I'll take the rear.
We'll pin the damn wings down."Next, I feel I'm being chok'd!
My head is knock'd!
My arms are bound!I try to scream, "Let go!"
But only hear hoarse caws.
A sudden burst of blinding light —
A raging flash that shakes the night —
Then puts the ruckus to a pause.With madden'd jolt,
I rise in bed
To fight the men at fault.
...There are none.
Just a trick in my head.
Just a nightmare, for sure.No hoodlums in my room.
Only me
After all.
I'm a-sweat all over.
There's a throb near my brow.
I gently touch the pain.
I'm bleeding slightly now.
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The Phoenix on the Roof
Poetry"Still the phoenix sits upon / The world in fearsome form, / With a crown upon her head / And the beauty of a storm." Newfound World, c. 1699: A phoenix nests on the roof of a house in a small colonial town, sending ripples throughout the community...