Tine - Encounter with the Shadow People

I stroll into this oddness
Something is not right here;
A presence presides

Dare I bear witness to this horror? (Or something akin)
I toil in scattered, nervous thoughts (My mind is torn – asunder…)

I see
A shadow
Out of the corner
Of my eye
A cold chill down my side – I feel it
A feint gust of wind
The slightest
Touch on my back
There is something here...
My eyes are now closed
I dare not open them
My nightmare has now begun!

Shadows autonomous
Move with intent
Coerce me...
They pull me with vaporous claws
Enshrouding in total darkness

A restligeist roams this troubled haunt
A dark countenance presides over this dominion...

Hypnagogia - a sleepless terror
No peace to thy gentle shade!
A thought-form; an imprint upon the material plane
A visage of the past, tormenting the present
Attacked...Besieged!
Corporeal jealousy
Wounded deeply, is my soul
To be drained, of that which sustains
Attempting, to take me
To the shadowy plane...

They see you... You won't escape...The darkness... Does not deny...
A dimension... A parallel world of bleakness...
Now, succumb to anatta; a soulless divide.
Attacked by your darkest reflection; a figment of your worst thoughts...Revealed.
Revealed…Reviled…Bedimmed…Exiled…
Forever…