Loki's Dreams...

poetry...

Even after a prayer,

they come, them haunts,

of twisting shapes and sizes,

with petty promises, they seduce me,

to put off sleep for another night,

to give in to them without a fight,

till they finally flee before first light,

their abstract selves gone with the night,

them Loki's dreams...

Author's Note

This is so messed up...

Reviews

[*~Kristy~*]

I liked it, a lot. There are a buncha grammer issues, but I like the way that you put the words together

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

i love your use of words