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Nightmare By: Michael A. Sauve

Nightmare
By: Michael A. Sauve

Wretched this imagery to which I fled
Chased by a cloaked man with no face within
When morning breaks I will surely be dead

Cold stone walls guide me with no end ahead
Chased by a cloaked man with no face within
Wretched this imagery to which I fled

"Your soul is lost!" In his shrill voice he said
Within the blood of your own rages great sin!"
When morning breaks I will surely be dead

Sinister cackles flood my heart with dread
Djembe drums dance through my veins and skin
Wretched this imagery to which I fled

Out of no where my legs tear into shred
Reveal the concealed! Why must evil win?
When morning breaks I will surely be dead

No creature, but eyes of my own instead
At the feet of my own demise again
Wretched this imagery to which I fled
When morning breaks I will surely be dead

About the Author

Michael A. Sauve has been drawing for as long as he can remember; even before he could write, he was drawing. He grew up in San Diego, California, moved to Colorado in 1996 to go to college for computer-aided graphic design and has been there ever since. Very few share the passion for the arts and poetry as he does. They are his reason for being.
For more of Michael's work visit his web site:
http://mikey-madness.deviantart.com

"I don't like to say I have given my life to art. I prefer to say art has given me my life." ~Frank Stella

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