Wednesday, March 21, 2012

The Creature of Nightmares

Once I met a creature of a nightmare
He was dressed in finery, red and gold
He had a face that was ageless and cold
He looked ready for a dupe to ensnare
There’s no telling what he’d seen in his eyes
He had lived through and endured everything
He had stood and seen the whole world changing
He could change the line between truth and lies
He fixed me with the most sadistic grin
We’d met before when I was a child
He’d haunted my dreams and made them wild
To his world of madness, he wanted me in

I turned my back. I didn’t want to know
I walked away. I’d somewhere else to go


??/?? 2003

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