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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "NEMESIS" “Where do Angels go in their dreams? They go where wolves go to catch foxes, venturing forth out of small caged boxes to the Between-Hours of Lost Love Woods” NEMESIS is watching her from his dreams prowling soft Silver fur hear his soft-wolf tread, Nemesis has left his comfortable bed he is onto her, he is tracking her Heavenly scent She is Light Angel spreading luminous wings shining it all around, she thinks of escaping barefoot from this sullied ground; her skin is cold to the touch, no longer standing sentry she's lost in the murky Between-Hours of Lost Love Woods, Black Tulips abound Wolf is stalking her, her scent makes him wild; lurking, nearer, ever nearer invading her dreams of better neighbourhoods and childish things simple and clearer, she is spreading brand new wings to freedom, away from Black Dogs in their prisons those kicked out of Heaven, barking their ignored plea bargains of rushed stolen innocence, begging - all of their pardons are lost, 'tis a given, her hot angel tears turn to frost Nemesis soft-footed paw, back arching, he snarls, bares his fangs then he grins, he's closer much closer he can feel her in the skin under his fur, he’s hunting Her down, breathes his turgid breath all over "The Lost", the hidden creatures running quietly wild, in the Between-Hours of Lost Love Woods; beckoning her, his low growl ever nearer, ever never, his hot breath on the prowl reaching out for her he’s raging to roar - in her sees his mirror There are stories, she hears, of a Wolf on the loose from his cage in the Between-Hours of Lost Love Woods - she forgets the real reason she came, calmly brings her wings down by her side, she continues to shine her light all around, she can feel him Burning hot breath on her neck, he growls ever so softly, so clear in her ear, “Don’t Run Sweet Thing, Don’t Run, You are found, I am here.” Black Tulips abound (Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018) For those absent. 1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKiI4RvEyDk
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