THE SAME NIGHTMARE
A face against the window
Frozen breath clings to the pane
My heart it beats a thousand times
The vivid ogre is still the same
This nightmare unfolds repeatedly
Each time my cheek lays to the pillow
The meaning is a mystery to me
As my drapes eerily stir and billow
The leaden mask it climbs within my room
Hands reaching out in futile search
It stops and stands beside my bed
My stomach feels a sickening lurch
Icy fingers tug at my blanket
My flesh does creep and sear
But it's only Halloween night on Wednesday,
And there's really nothing to fear
or maybe there is
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