Nightfall.
Scarlett sunset turned to black.
Dread.
The monsters will be coming back.

Stay alert, don't close your eyes.
The sandman is a scary guy.
Disillusions, childhood tales,
Shrouded faces with thin black vails.

Running in slow motion,
once upon a dream.
Hidden in the darkness
dwell my silient screams.



Written by:
Mary Dougherty


Poetry and Prose
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