Raven's Dark Dream
She lay down and began to dream of death.
She felt the demon of soul's very hot breath.
Her crown of beauty was black as the night.
The demon of souls was her deepest fright.
Standing there with a gun in her hand.
Wondering how she got to this dead land.
Tombstones buried in the smoking ground.
In the sky flying buzzards all around.
When she awoke from her dream she was scared.
Cause she didn't just dream she had a nightmare.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in ~A rambling poet~Among the dead contest.
Copyright © T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet | Year Posted 2011
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