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Monday, 23 June 2014

Nightmare (crown cinquain)

hooves thunder in
the small hours of the night
They echo furiously in
both her
head and
awaiting his return
Her master; from which, she cannot,
dare not,
try hide
His wrath, she fears
He does demand her will
She is his servant to control;
Locked up,
imprisoned in
castle of their once love
Their love tainted by jealousy
...his fear
Dream lifts
she's awakened
feverishly she stirs
She knows this nightmare will return

© Debbie Razey 2014