The Eater of Dreams By: Terry D. Scheerer


The Eater of Dreams
By: Terry D. Scheerer

Beneath a storm-laced, blood red sky,
On a desolate, wind-swept shore,
The Nameless One doth in agony, lie.

For untold eons he hath lain in wait--
Only leaving this nocturnal strand
When some poor mortal calls open the gate.

But, then can his leprous wings take flight,
As he soars o'er the realm of darkened dreams
To travel through time and pitch black night.

Thus, to slacken his hunger and finally feed
On the dreams of those who unknowingly called
The Nameless One, that he can fulfill a dreadful need.

About the Author

Terry D. Scheerer feels that his poetry reflects aspects of his life, much of which has been dark, dreary, full of pain, death, disappointment and disillusionment. But, then, whose life hasn't been?
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