The solemn night's silence was
As needles pierces with a shrieking
So the howl of the wolverine
breakthrough the moonless night,
Waking up in a jolt, drenched in sweat,
what a sweet plight,
Lo, it was only a frozen case of nightmare
of nightmare awoken.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2017
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