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Rated: E · Poetry · Fantasy · #2195273
Last line as a prompt for my own poem, used from another piece.
The nightmare galloped into a young boy's sleep
Right through evening shadows that kept him prisoner
With silky white tendrils of breath
Like sunless days when he forged his noose

Whether parents no longer a source of security
Or peers who provided even less
Dragging him out of a warm bed
And meet noted horseman the second he awoke

Shrouded all in black
Cape billowing behind
As he cracked a whip
For his dogged steed to quicken their pace

From cloudlands of epoch proportion
The wraith there to threaten every blighted child
While they dozed throughout all ages
Waiting for a carriage that would never come
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