A monster has awakened,
a werewolf has begun it’s prowl
It’s hunger is ravenous,
it’s stench and intentions are foul
By: J.N.R Dutton
Tag: nightmare
Night Terror (Micro-Poetry)
He sat bolt upright in his bed
Soaking wet,drenched in sweat
Filled with a cold black dread
he dreamed he was buried,
before he was dead
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 