The man with a daggerA Poem by dicey jonesHe is here...be afraid!
The man with a dagger
Walks with a stagger; oh yes he limps his face is slimy. He comes in the Dark the Blunt dagger and hammer on his hand. On the recess of your mind Sleeping away from time; dreams of your fantasy nightmares they become. He places the dagger on your skull Swiftly with the hammer he hits the core; blood splashes away drains enough to feed. He leaves you alive Unconscious you're; the man with the dagger keeps coming night after night, until your life dies away. © 2013 dicey jonesAuthor's Note
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