Mea Daemones - The Tempest
It was... like an uncountable cluster,
of human forms, trying to hold on together,
doing whatever it takes to stay anchored,
in that storm, that kept screaming.
Hundreds of hands held me,
I felt, as if they were made of real meat,
I suspected it was just a dream,
but my dreams, don't usually amaze me like this.
I heard voices, dialects, that I did not know,
reciting gloomy prayers in a hellish chorus,
"Where am I?" I kept questioning me ...
I feared I was dead.
I wanted to escape,
because this could not be true...
and then I abruptly plummeted,
strangely, over my own body.