Monday, 15 August 2011

The Nightmare

A boy, asleep, one night,
Is shaken by a fear,
A shadow, killing light,
Cuts through his dreams of deer.

It slashes through the mind,
With terrifying claws,
Then stops and starts to grind,
The fabric of the thoughts.

The shadow leaves the boy,
It floats to find one more,
Another braking toy,
Whose mind will soon be gore.

The nightmare rules the dark,
It's kingdom reaches far,
But soon will sing the lark,
As it sees the morning star.

When night time ends and all,
The people start to wake,
The nightmare, soon to fall,
Begins, with fear, to quake.

Vanquished by the sun,
The nightmare dissipates,
Into dust.

3 comments:

  1. WOOOOOOOOOOOOT!! FANTASTIC Pyro!
    FTW
    It's wonderful to read another one of your poems! It's an extra special treat just after your epic return!
    XDDDDD
    BRAVO

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  2. AWESOMEAWESOMEAWESOME!! I love it Pyro!!!! XD

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  3. Brilliant, Pyro! I'm so impressed! It's fantastic! The first couple of verses reminds of a the books I've been reading- Adam by Ted Dekker.
    I loved that poem!
    ~applauds~
    Amazing!

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