Nightmare

Blood stained eyes

Gaze upon innocents sleeping form,

Malevolent intent

Spoils the promise of blissful slumber

 

Beauty immeasurable,

As naive eyes twitch

With dreams of purity and grace

 

Seething abhorrence

Guides twisted hands towards violent deeds.

 

Warm sweet breath exhales

From un-kissed lips,

Wet with remembrance and anticipation

Of life’s wonders yet to be lived

 

Horror- screams

From now waken eyes,

As an incestuous destruction

Of chastity is committed

 

And the very soul of god

Is ripped from the now ruined vessel

Of what was once,

Innocent’s sleeping form.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Capturing the battle between good and evil wonderfully, with wonderfully opposing images of purity and the impure malevolence never too far from the sleepers grasp. Hauntingly written.