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| Neil Gaiman's The Sandman picture source |
When night's black hand chokes out the light
You pray like hell to fall asleep
And there find madness or delight
You're in the Dreaming, dark and deep
Within this realm, King Dream does rule
This is the land he calls his home
The dreams he conjures may be cruel
Beware the time after the gloam
What you expect is what you see
Sand in your eyes, you sleep and then
When dreams become reality
You may not ever wake again.
submitted for dVerse Poetics, We're Going Comic, at dVerse Poets Pub
10 comments:
ooooh, powerful with a jolt while reading the last line.
terrific first stanza that sets the mood, love this
You're scaring me, Mouse. Plz leave the light on!
i think i already feel some sand in my eyes...smiles...nice when dreams become reality...of course only the nice dreams..
nice...this was so surreal and unusual i was instantly attracted to it as a teen...gaiman still inspires me through his short stories and poems...have most of his books...
Neil Gaiman is one of my all-time faves! I like the way you have captured the slightly eerie, unsettling atmosphere of the separate realm of sleep.
Very real! Loved it. I have some intense dreams so this one really hit home. Thanks.
If only we could control our dreams. This is a powerful write.
this is kinda creepy, but I loved it :) This may very well be my favorite of the day
I'm an intense dreamer and this one really connects with me. It's so dark...
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