In a slumber I awoke in a tremor
At being in horror with a spectre
That did haunt me during a sleep
Which to my partner I did bleat
That I was frightfully frightened
From its frightening, heightened
By the realism of it being reality
Which frighteningly was a gravity
Of immense suspense within me.
Clare, comforted me so with care
And stated that I had had a scare
And that it wasn’t real how I feel
About this ghost that was the host
Of a nightmare of being hag-ridden
And that for waking her I’m forgiven.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/09/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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