Night Mares

Night Mares Rumblings ‘neath soft cover of the day thundering within a broken mindscape deny pale light - last quarter - failing moon dark riders of approaching Night Mares come. Arouse the primal scent of demons breath cold emptiness of eyes forever closed released upon the other side of fear flaring nostrils straining reason’s reins. Shriek of fear within a silent valley clawing fingers entombed in silken shroud forever’s fog - maestro of such madness a-gallop on the Night Mares – charcoal steeds. ©1/25/2018 submitted to – Nightmares – Poetry contest sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron