Dark Poetry
This Evil Nightmare
By Paul Spatola
Feeling heated breath
Of the pursuing beast,
On my still-beating heart
It longs to feast.
The sound of it's tread
Close on my heels,
My mind explodes,
My blood congeals.
Hearing it's howl,
A bestial cry.
Wanting to live,
Praying to die.
To turn and face,
If only I dare.
Yearning to wake
This Evil Nightmare!
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