Nightmare Beings
living lives high,
out in the cold place.
frost-bound gazes and all-knowing stares—
a windy night,
with nightmares of familiar lands.
it feels as though they have been to the dark world and back.
impish beings and worn-out memories climb your subconscious,
seeking escape.
a forgotten realm,
its castle lost to the child,
an ancient kingdom just beyond the horizon,
the one everyone could see.
but all was not well—
the night the mighty kingdom fell.
the sea swelled,
turned monstrous,
and no soul remained to share the tale.
now banished to the cold place,
without pride and without face.
reincarnated descendants of a seedless race litter the earth.
laying dormant,
shadows in the unknown mind,
they rise as nightmares blown into the night.
their past—
your deepest fear.
love for them will call forth sacred tears,
as they live out their lonely years.
James Garratt – Saturday 6th March 1993
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Nightmare Beings – Written Saturday 6th March 1993 (Aged 18)
