Fallen Angel of the Morning Star

I woke up one morning and brushed my hair out of my icy blue eyes.
My heart started pounding when I remembered my dream.
It was such a beautiful dream in the beginning
That quickly turned into a heart-pounding nightmare.

It was in the misty forest
And there he was in the distance
He was beautiful beyond belief.

I started walking up to him feeling his warm brown eyes upon me.
I was beautiful too, wearing a flowing, laced-up red gown.
Never did I look so gorgeous in real life.

He, himself, was wearing all black.
His pale hand was reaching out to take my hand.
His name was at the tip of my tongue.
I believed it started with an L

Something inside my mind screamed for me to stop.
Something was saying that he was dangerous.
But how could he when he was standing there so innocently?
I was hypnotized by his beauty.
The second letter had to be a U.

I reached where he was at and took his hand.
Goosebumps raised up my arm.
His hand felt like fire upon my skin.
The three letter was a C.

We started walking down the hill.
A light breeze was blowing my blonde hair softly.
All the while, he held me close and the heat from his body was getting hotter.
The fourth letter was an I.

I tried to let go of this strange, beautiful man's hand
But he held on tighter.
He looked over at me with bright maroon eyes.
He smiled at me with yellow teeth.
He was getting uglier by the minute.
The fifth letter was an F.

I tried to scream but my voice didn't work.
Everything was starting to change.
The trees were gone.
We were still going downhill.
It was starting to get rockier.
The breeze was gone and the air was stuffy.
The six letter, an E.

Tears swelled up in my eyes.
They quickly dried, as the heat was so strong.
I looked at him again and there were more changes.
Horns.  Powerful, cruel horns growing out from his soft, brown hair.
The last letter, R.

I gasped as I realized.
He laughed when I remembered his name.
Clothing started to rip.
Gruesome, thorn red wings came out of his back.
A strong tail coiled around my waist and started to squeeze.

We were going downhill
And I knew I was never going uphill again.

I woke up as you must know
And what a relieve I felt.
I got out of bed and walked into my bathroom
To wipe off the cold sweat.

I turned on the light and looked into the mirror.
I screamed…I screamed so loud that I felt I was going to puke.
I saw his reflection in the mirror,
Standing right behind me.

His clawed hand was on my shoulder
And quietly he whispered,
"Welcome to your new home. I was nice enough to bring your house down here."

Author's Note

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[Glen Yumang Manese]

Interesting take at Acrostic poetry in a way... here... the story was drawn out a bit...I see why with your intentions of the letters coming to life... I did notice one area needing changed:

I reached where he was at and took his hand.
Goosebumps raised up my arm.
His hand felt like fire upon my skin.
The three letter was a C.
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I reached where he was at and took his hand.
Goosebumps raised up my arm.
His hand felt like fire upon my skin.
The third letter was a C.