The Nightmare
The atramentous night was without light.
Terror pursued the frightened running man.
And got closer the harder that he ran.
He screamed his fear into the Stygian night.
The dark was broken by something blacker.
At first indistinct but was growing near.
The man was running in obvious fear.
He fled as from an unseen attacker.
In panic he turned to impose a ban.
The shapeless pursuer stopped and congealed.
As it did its frightful face was revealed.
He found that it was from himself he ran.
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