My nightmare is too sinister
I really shouldn’t share
Do you see my hands trembling?
death is hanging in the air
I won’t’ survive the night
if this story makes the page
I hope you realize my peril
if the monster escapes its cage
Do you hear the chains breaking?
the metal bars have been breached
I know it’s too late to flee
the safest place is out of reach
I must stand and face the monster
use the weapons I’ve designed
warrior and monster are at the ready
this is a battle for my mind
It was a beautiful thing to witness
the swirling of the world into a new
No one suspected its arrival
No one was prepared,
save the knowers ~
Not even the
believers expected the horror
of it all
‘Twas the dreamers
the artists, poets, storytellers
those with vivid imaginations
who smiled as they looked on
as one world ended
and other began
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Be forewarned, but not alarmed.
My posts and poetry will take a dark turn over the next few months. The long stormy nights of autumn bring out the “BOO!” in me ~ all things spooky and supernatural!
I’m also reading a sci-fi novel, so I’ll be throwing in some “end times” poetry to keep you on the edge!
I’m allowing my inner artist to run free … and letting my co-conspirator, Aunt Lizzie, out of the closet. She’s harmless. Kinda.
Until the snow flies ~ Beware!
Yours under the Quaking Aspen,
~ Sue, aka Aunt Lizzie
For history on my collaborations with Aunt Lizzie check out the following posts:
The Dead Poet