Friday, October 17, 2008

Nightmares at Dawn

The coldest time is just before dawn
Then nightmares play hide'n seek
Among the weeds and broken glass
Far out in the yard, at the edge
Where reality is torn to shreds
Faces melt and spread into the night
Where it is darkest just before dawn

I heard her song faintly
Like a pied piper whistling
Children followed, dancing, skipping
Seeing the light of her lantern
Thinking it the moon bright
Siren's song luring us to cliff's edge
Leap high my dears, she crooned

And cry no more.

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