![]() Dark DreamsA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)![]() creatures of the night![]() Amethyst rings on long skeletal fingers Onyx nails as black as jet Scent of jasmine and sulphur…mixes and lingers Held hostage enmeshed in black satin net …She tirelessly haunts my nights… Green eyes that glow with an aura of fire And pierce the darkest of night Cheekbones fashioned of tight-woven wire Eyebrows of alabaster white …May God grant she not taunt me tonight… Her body the epitome of feminine grace feral, feline quality…sultry and restrained With skin soft and smooth as silken Chantilly lace Her expression enigmatic and unfeigned …Stay away I pray…in peace let me lay… Solid walls do not stay you Nor even delay you O creature of dreams…made real I need only…one night to be lonely One night my sleep you won’t steal Please leave me to sleep Alone, long and deep Oh creature of the night …Unreal… © 2019 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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Added on February 24, 2019 Last Updated on March 6, 2019 Author![]() David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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