Active Imagination

I stared out the window,

Unravelling inside.

The maroon moon hung

Like an immortal Goddess

On this sleeping town.

Moments before, the air was filled with screaming;

Inhuman screeching renting the still night air.

Blood splattering, people dying, women shrieking,

Torn limb by limb by the dark demon.

I didn't know what harm would come

While reading from mere book.

The horror of it kept me staring all night.