Poems ✍️

I tumbled from my bed,
for this is the place where dreams end,
with horror's dread.
Wet with soaking sweat from the thought,
that I wasn't dead,
and over wrought,
that I was here instead.
For on the hill where the tale began,
'd met my true love,
who with me ran,
until she was summoned from above.
Carried away by the howling wind,
into another time and place,
where terrors end;
there is no saving grace.
And I made a hasty trip to the bathroom,
for nature calls,
regardless of the time,
but soon!

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