The dark stallion of our nightmares
Stalks the mighty hills
Outlined by lightning which destroys our cares
Hide before the beasts of insanity kills
The mighty serpent with bone white teeth
Run from the coils which crush our flesh?
Watch the ground where they strike from beneath
Scream as the suck white our flesh
Hear their laughter while you can
Your mind is a toy for their games
Groan as they stretch you like a fan
And on your skin they tattoo their names
Accept your fate as they peel your skin
Pain heightened as they squeeze each nerve
Squeezed in a crusher until paper thin
Can you give the sword a body swerve?
Suddenly woken by a touch
The last torture was too much
The beasts of insanity you do not fear
The dark stallion of nightmares walks quite near
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Author:
DaveG (
Offline) - Published: March 4th, 2017 08:10
- Comment from author about the poem: Written after being woken by son having a nightmare
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments4
Good one Dave, My hero Dad saves me from nightmares & slays dragons as well... go daddio! ww
Great write
I love "your mind their toy" line especially so thinking of kids. Great write.
Good write.
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