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In your dreams,

those vicious hunters stalk,

collapsing the bridges between

reality and the unknown.



They cling to your fears

like maggots to a corpse

feeding, growing, thriving.



Trapped in their world

till the dawn free's you of their grasp,

they control your existance

and own your soul.

(Part of an old gr 11 poetry project)



Whispering winds blow gently through the willows.

The dew settles like tears on the grass.

The distant sound of waves crashing on the sands

echoes on the warm, early morning air.



She awakens and breathes deeply

hoping to catch a piece of that warm sunshine

and perhaps to keep it with her

through the dark, lonely nights to come.



She arises and eats, alone

walks along the shore, alone

and sits under the old willow tree, alone.



The cold, dark night descends

chasing away all of the warmth of day.

She lies in bed holding a picture

for love can be lost, but not forgotten.