Written: March 18, 2022
Shadows shift on a moonlit night
The edges sharp with dread
From a distance come the wails:
“Oh God, my baby is dead!”
The darkness stalks its prey
Moving silently through the night
And on and on and on we run
Away with all our might
Til tomorrow does the dawn come
Glimmering brilliantly in her hair
At once she startles awake, aghast
Relief on her lips as she shakes the nightmare
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