In the dreamscape of her nightmare
In her room without excape
What evil did she find there
What would be her finale fate
In the darkened bed chamber
She dreams that she is raped
And she is over taken
In a cold midnight embrace
In a moment the incubation is over
The placenta is on the floor
It is an atmosphere of horror
And the birth is quite a chore
An infant beast with cloven hoofs
Rips and claws at her breasts
Wailing in the midnight and
Demanding to be fed
She awakes just before the dawn
Afraid of what happened in the night
She prays for GODS forgivness
And the coming of the light.
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Author:
willyweed (
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- Comment from author about the poem: first I what to send peace love and hope to the people of London the darkness shall not prevail! and second here's a little darkness of the fantasy type! I hope you enjoy
- Category: Fantasy
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Thanks so much for your kind words Willy - my wife and I walked round that very corner where it occurred just a couple of weeks ago so it really struck home with us. Now as for your fantasy, it is quite chilling but a darn good read nevertheless.
Your welcome Michael, thanks for the read!
That is very kind of you WW to remember our friends across the pond. My heart breaks for them 🙁 And, your poem is very creepy. Well written. Scary picture!
Yes I feel for them, we are in this fight with them. And thank You for the reading, I don't guess you'd want to nurse that youngster? Lol ...WW
Thank you WW for your kind thought for us over the water.
Very dark well written poem.
Thanks Goldfinch hang in there buddie!
I agree completely.
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