October 2024
R. Bremner
rongnan3@gmail.com
Author's Note: I always try to write down my nightmares before they bury themselves deep within me. .I think that's the safest thing to do with them, so they don't sneak back and ravage me on another night!

Nightmare #51

There she stood, a luscious sprightly lass
I couldn’t resist taking my chances with her
She spoke so sweetly, her voice like a flower
Yes, she would walk with me, my heart leapt! 
She held me in her thrall, my mind was a mess
We turned the corner to a darkened street
We stood alone for a moment, no one was about
I pulled her to me to embrace her so tight
But something was wrong… her scarf blew across her face
And her sweet laugh was suddenly a hideous cackle!
I pushed the scarf away and what did I see?
A grim, ghastly face, and talons clawing at me!

NIghtmare #45

Migrating caskets, blemished with runes
of an ancient hierarchy of wickedness
make their way down the streets
of sleeping Glen Ridge.
Don’t dare disturb their journey
lest you waken the sleeping evil
that lurks within their confines 
and let loose their prowess
on an unwary town.

©2024 R. Bremner
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