In Gloaming's growing grey shadow, <br />The dying Sun turns the landscape sallow, <br />Radiant solar souls slowly sink below the horizon, <br />Succumbing to Shadow's sickly reason, <br />Aside from wind blown leaves and rocking chair, <br />Last golden glints dance upon porch otherwise bare, <br />Inside a static scene upon a TV screen, <br />a small boxed blizzard and phosphene, <br />Casting cremated ashen grey span, <br />Of light upon a sleeping woman, <br />Darkness rouses a Dreamstealer refined, <br />Imagination ripped from sleeping mind, <br />Still raw, writhing and malevolent, <br />Pure malice and evil intent is rent, <br />And placed in the waking world, <br />Reality bent, curved and curled, <br />To create a fearsome unearthly error, <br />That spreads a disease called Terror, <br />A living nightmare walking freely, <br />Blood is sprayed so freckly, <br />As the woman is ripped in two, <br />Gore having free reign during curfew, <br />Ready meals for denizen of the deep, <br />An ossuary made from sepulchral creep, <br />That paints the landscape in crimson <br />until the stroke of dawn brings my oblivion, <br />Ending my revel in contented dishevel, <br />The red skinned and stained Devil, <br />For I am he and he is I, <br />Born to forever live and die, <br />Burning in flames sparked and spun, <br />From the light of the morning sun.<br /><br />Dale Mullock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forever-live-die/
