Poetry/Rhyme/Creepy Dream Copyright Protected, ID 06-1555-525-15 All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written June 15, 2023 For the Standard Contest, Don't Fight It - Write It sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 06/25/2023
First Place
I was having a nice dream of Paris, - and walking along winding cobbled streets; till I came upon a garden terrace, to sip sweet wine called Sherris ... a man sat down- though there were lots of seats. He was so delightful and quite polite, - we talked and talked for hours of all things; he asked, would you like to go for a bite, we fly into the dark night ... he drove so fast- his car seemed to have wings. I have to admit by now I was scared, - the structure was cold and not like a house; he turned to look right at me and just glared, his stare left me unprepared ... his house- was dark and quiet as a mouse. He was dragging me as I fought with him, - he was different more demon than man; oh, my future was looking very grim, kissing me, he held each limb ... that is when the brutal assault began. Remember now how this was just a dream, - but, I will wake up trembling and weeping; oh, this has become a real nightmare theme, one that I find quite extreme ... I fear, fear- that the demon is creeping.
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