My Worst NightmareA Poem by KenazPlagued by some terrible thingIn his sleep the black would come, Talking in those wicked tongues. "I'm watching you," the voice would say, "Open up and let me stay". In his dreams the darkness took, Trapped inside the longest book, He tossed and turned, in fevers shook. He couldn't peak, he couldn't look, For in his heart the fear would bloom, And lifting up in all his gloom, In the flesh he saw his doom, The blackness stood inside his room!
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