colors are swirling
none shining bright
most seem disturbing
like dreams of the night
images they haunt me
praying for light
nothing forthcoming
just dreams of the night
waking the nightmare
infecting the light
no need for the morning
when dreams are of fright
cold castles entrap me
dead horrors invite
a life of pure terrors
in dreams of the night
dreams of the night in Words that Rhyme
- Feb. 13, 2015, 3:11 p.m.
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Last updated February 13, 2015
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