A group of writers in Chichester coming together once a month for inspiration, collaboration and sensation

Nightmare #4

In the library

He searched for the ancient text

Amongst musty books.


Finding the parchment,

He translated bygone words

And wrote down new ones.


He performed the rite

Amongst candles and incense.

Wild autumn winds howled.


The lights have gone out.

The room smells of fire, brimstone

A demon appears.


They discuss matters;

With a knife he draws his blood.

A deal has been struck.


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This entry was posted on January 17, 2013 by in Poetry and tagged .
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