I let my naked mind fall in to this dream <br />of horror and yet the dream still make me <br />seek it so. <br />Sate at a Gothic table all lay out in fount of me <br />good thing to eat, i take a sipped of the sliver <br />goblet in my hand. <br />At the other end i note a figure with out a face <br />and yet i know this figure, is my dark lord looking back <br />at me. <br />He dancing round me to a tune that i can not <br />place. <br />He take me in his arms his embrace so safe so <br />cruel how i wont to run yet beg for more from this <br />man with out a face. <br />We stop dancing just one Senates he say to me. <br />'Are we ready to take our place' <br />I awake its over I'm sweating and still i want <br />for the faceless man to come knocking at my door.<br /><br />maria goodison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-out-a-face/
