incubus

in the graveyard of discordance
nightmares align themselves intuitively
with silent camouflaged warnings
which can be seen only
when the moon is a quarter
in a 3AM sky -
they come out and dance then;
a death knell dance
on his weary back
and he falls to one knee
collapsing from the weight of them
grazing the sharpness
of the dream’s surface
as he wakes spent, bloody