"...when death slumbers...
... it dreams of you"
An accusation whispered
From a dying man’s bed
Morpheus
It's rumored
Shares his wisdom
With the dead
‘Twas colder than the weather
Inside his gaol keep
But no colder than a
Murderous heart
Tossed on the winds
Of restless sleep
Outside his cell
The ravens squawked
Atrabilious ghouls
In feuding flocks
Perched among the hangman’s stocks
Awaiting his demise
“Today I’ll feel the burn”
Said he
(rubbing three stones thoughtfully)
..“ah to have this coldness
quelled in me"...
Then taking aim
With gelid eyes
He felled three corbies
With three tries
But soon amid the corvine’s cries
He’d face his fate alone
For upon his corpse
The rest would sup and
Strip the flesh
From un-protesting
Bone
“…when death slumbers…
… it dreams of you”
(dying words a man once uttered)
The moment now was coming soon
"To Abbadon" he muttered
With the hangman’s rope
Around his throat...
...amid the beating of the drums
His thoughts lingered on the dead man’s quote
And not to be out done
He cried out with his final breath
“When I sleep I dream of death!”




















Now I must scamper. I fear I have a date: bowling! 

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