Nightmare
by David J Knight
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
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Nero fiddles in blood stained toga watching me run from giant ogre as I'm caught this scene changes as other horrors my mind arranges with tooth and claw, demon rides my back forcing me to some medieval rack feel the coarse ropes my wrists bite feet kicking, desperate for flight swiftly I'm transported once again across time to a darkened lane still running as best I can cannot think of any other plan chased by ghouls, ghosts and more in sea of faces appears him next door legs not working, full of lead cannot escape these living dead finally collapsing, greet the ground bays the thong, an evil sound need to rise, yet not allowed I lie before this vengeful crowd before my blood their thirst they slake shaking and soaked in sweat, I wake But wait, all is not as it may seem the nightmare, is beyond this silly dream it's when about your parting as I cried leaving me only emptiness by my side
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| Reviewed by nevine Al Seidi |
7/22/2003 |
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I suspected a British tone in you before.. silly .. only now I found you WERE British..LOL Nothing in knowledge is more appetizing than the working of a British brain..
Salut!
Nevine |
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
7/15/2003 |
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| Dreams can be really scary. Great write. |
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| Reviewed by Calendula Petal |
7/15/2003 |
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wish I could wave a wand and make it all better for you dear......
why does love have to hurt so.
Love your work. |
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| Reviewed by Linda Hill |
7/15/2003 |
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Sometimes our biggest nightmares
are REAL, my friend.
~Excellent write
~Linda~ |
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| Reviewed by Jackie Brooks |
7/15/2003 |
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| I have been there too, this is great work David. |
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