The dream is quiet
For now
Barely raising
A ripple of fright
But then
Throwing down
Dark shadows
It slowly stretches
Effortlessly rolls over
And reveals
Its dark face
Fear rides in
Upon a cold wind
© Ann Bagnall

The dream is quiet
For now
Barely raising
A ripple of fright
But then
Throwing down
Dark shadows
It slowly stretches
Effortlessly rolls over
And reveals
Its dark face
Fear rides in
Upon a cold wind
© Ann Bagnall