NIGHTMARES CALLING ME

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NIGHTMARES CALLING ME NIGHTMARES CALLING ME

Poem by: Philip Roberts

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Genre: Horror

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Summary

A new horror poem about nightmares and nighmare worlds.

Summary

A new horror poem about nightmares and nighmare worlds.

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Submitted: April 06, 2011

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Submitted: April 06, 2011

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Nightmares are calling me

Calling me to their home,

Nightmares are warning me

That soon my time will come.

 

Nightmares forever calling

Calling, calling, roiling,

Nightmares undo my plans

Despite my endless toiling.

 

Nightmares come roiling in

Like some great, lethal Tsunami,

Nightmares descend on me

Like a phantom, ghostly army.

 

Nightmares leave me no hope

Of better days appearing,

Night dreams are warning me

Of all the fiends I’m fearing.

 

Demons, fiends, and aliens

Assault me in my nightmares,

Daring me to step outside

But they know I will never dare.

 

Screaming is the voice I hear

Coming from the nightmare plane,

Whimpering like a whipped puppy

Is the gibbering of the insane.

 

Nightmares seem to call me home

But to a home I have never seen,

Nightmares will lead me on

To worlds where I’ve never been.

 

Nightmares try to guide my life

Into directions best not trodden,

Leading me and guiding me

Until my mind is foully sodden:

 

Sodden with flights of fear

Of places best not to know,

For in my heart a throbbing starts

Drum-beating as terror grows.

 

All alone I face my fears

Of nightmare worlds and creatures,

Of long forgotten elder beasts

With doom-haunted, blasted features.

 

Lands where nothing decent lives

And nothing edible will grow,

Where fools and fiends alike reside

But no-one wary ever goes.

 

For Astaroth may haunt these lands

And Gaunts and verdillacs swoop over,

No buildings stand for you to hide

No towering trees to give you cover.

 

So in this land of living dead

The good can only pray to die,

And in their praying hope the Lord

Will hear their heart-sick cry.

 

THE END

© Copyright 2011

Philip Roberts, Melbourne, Australia


© Copyright 2016 Philip Roberts. All rights reserved.

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