The NightMare Blog Archive on October 29, 2010, 13:00

by HorseFeathers, age 17

Sightless sockets
an empty cocoon
Cold as black fire
and yet warm of
rotting residue

Hollow hooves
a sound stiller
than silence
heard by all
when faith is amiss

Ridden immortality
a mere reverie
concierge to the
terror realm

I am the Night Mare

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