"I FEEL IT COMING" - (BOG LORE)
I Feel It Coming The Reaping Sands, swirling, unforgiving, and shifting. They hide that which haunts my dreams. I always see it when I close my eyes, lingering in my mind: the nightmare I left behind. I was sitting on a bed. 4:00 AM, or was it 5:00? The neon lights on the wall were flashing and blinking. My soul felt like it was sinking. I rocked back and forth, hands resting on my arms while my chest tightened. There was no physical pain, but I felt it rising — its disdain coming. The presence. There were no sounds, no words, just a feeling. Something was toying with me, rooting me to the spot, reminding me that it hadn’t forgotten. I couldn’t move. It talks, yet I don’t hear the words, but I know it’s there. I was completely frozen —neither tired nor awake, just staring. Staring ahead, not hearing what was said. The rocking had stopped, but I felt heavy. So heavy. Burdened and weighed down, my mind was a haze, a complete fog, long before I was cast out to the Bog. My eyes were wide a...
