Nite Mares
By Ravenas
Coal black Creatures of the night Running, gleaming Bring the dream Tossing, turning Recipient of the dream Waking, screaming In a cold sweat Wide eyes. Searching, feeling Trying to find, trying to hold, There is nothing there… Untameable, wild Perpetual, immaterial Servants of evil Terrors of mortals Till the sun comes and banishes them until dusk comes again Night mares Written January 5th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 01:31 PM PST 10 • 0
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