Ancient

How deep is your sleep?
That I may not interrupt your turbulent dreams?
Disrupting the sanity of slumber,
the vile and wretched creature
from the astral realm stands right before you.
Purple mist slips through window
cracks hovering above your miserable shape.
What turmoil spoils my evening bliss?
A turmoil savor permeates your nostrils.
Horrendous fright upon awakening
your frigid cast paralyzed and spellbound.