The darkness of dreams

The end of the world is coming, the end of the world is coming, its dark out, most have left already, but we have not. We have not, because we have done this before, we have seen this before, and we know, when to leave and what to do. We know the warning signs when we see them, and how much time we have left, once the arrive. We have come across a once upon traitor, one that was pierced once he returned to him, and who then fled, one who no longer wants to be caught up in his evil ways, one that wants to redeem himself, for what he once did

He is stuck, my beloved is stuck, stuck somewhere without me, and I can see him, but he is not afraid, maybe he doesn't understand the horror that is coming, all i know, is that he is safe where he is, and that nothing can hurt him, as for the rest of us, its time to flee.

Into a house, somewhat terrifying in itself, and we escaped through a vent, that a person only my size could wiggle into, I was the first, where are the others? and out of that house, into the same, but into a different dream. A man with snowy white hair awaited. He seems familiar, yet not quite the same as the one I know. And we walked, out of that house, as I tried to explain to him, the dream I was having, and If we could get to the others. He wanted to show me something, a building he remembered, a old one, that he could not quite remember where it as, and everytime we looked at one similar, I was filled with fear. Fear so deep that the warm sunshine and balmy breeze did not reach me. Could not diminish the darkness that swelled inside my hear. Fear of that building, the one I have been trapped in so many times, the one that I know the escape too, if I am lucky enough, to find my way through its twisting turning hallways, without running into the darkness that previals in there.