Her hair hid her head
Beneath blinding blue blooms.
The time ticked twelve
As an ant ambled away.
Dark demons derided Dana.
She swore she'd seen seven -
Heard hundreds him hymns
Of occult operas.
Fear formed frightening fists
Deep down; darkness darkening
To the transient tides
With wild wobbling winds.
No names, no numbers, nothing.
Abstractions appearing at angles,
Vision veered vehemently
Past patience, past peace; panic poured profusely.
Deemed doomed, Dana did decide
To take to tears.
Evil evinced! Evil erupted!
Nay.. 'nother nasty nightmare...