Whispers in the Dark

'twas the night I slept, dreaming, drooling
'twas a peaceful dream of a greater power ruling.
Then the dream flipped as I began to fade, drifting, falling
I heard my name from the dark, someone was calling.

First came one, then became many
'twas more than one but, I'm sure it was less than twenty.
All these hands wrapped around me pulling down, dragging me about,
A horrible enough dream to make even the strongest man pout.

I awoke in the day around noon,
Not a minute later nor a minute too soon.
I arise to follow my daily routine, coming, brushing, all the normal things,
I walked outside and heard voices by the springs.

Thinking to myself, "it can't be, it was all just a dream."
I decide to walk over and all was calm so it seems.
Then the voices became more clear, clean and a lot crisper
Now these voices all sound like whispers.

As the day slowly turns to night,
I began to dim my candle lights.
Still the voices haunt me, taunting me creeping as they stalk,
All of them whispering, whispers in the dark.