My Horrifying Nightmare (in poem formation)

A Maniac's Menagerie of Motley Thoughts

As breath turns to shadow, I set with the sun,

In gurgling whispers, a child chanting in rhythm,

To the moon’s toneless cackle, a bloody red grin,

Etched into its flesh, blind to the light.

 

In gurgling whispers, a child chanting in rhythm,

Claws tear at the sky, stars burst at his touch,

Etched into its flesh, blind to the light,

Pleading for day, the night chokes on dusk.

 

Claws tear at the sky, stars burst at his touch,

Engulfed in darkness, the child looks above,

Pleading for day, the night chokes on dusk,

Blank-eyed and numb, he swallows the stars.

 

Engulfed in darkness, the child looks above,

To the moon’s toneless cackle, a bloody red grin,

Blank-eyed and numb, he swallows the stars,

As breath turns to shadow, I set with the sun.

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