A poem of a nightmare.


A moonless night of bloody fights,

Can’t find the light within this plight.

I know this just isn’t right,

So why waste your time on what’s not right?



It’s just plain psychotic,

Why these lies?

Defining cries,

Pleading and bleeding.

The ravens are screaming,

The secret is that you are dreaming.

The End

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