Wednesday, March 7, 2012


The mists of my mind are heavy
With sorrow and fear
Deep in the recesses
The miseries of the dreaming
There rides a horse
A nightmare
The fear unrelenting
It pursued me
Without pause
To the morning
Of my mourning
For there is no where to run
My sleep is cursed
The waking
No relief
I fear sleep
Where the horse rides
It will chase me down
Taking me from this place
Stealing me
To the realm of death
Where Hades reigns
And wears a hellish crown