At the
midnight hour
and not having slept
a wink
there came the sleepwalking men
leaping like sheep
And suddenly i felt
dizzy
when one who came skipping
lifted my bed
up
Up
Not a long hard smile
nor sound they
made
save for the crunching of leaves
as they walked in their
oversized feet
A frightened look crept over my
face
and quickly beneath the covers
i dashed
when a rather large
raven
gripped the foot
of my bed-
a caw to arms perhaps
i was jostled and
scurried-
into a nightmare was tossed
Dancing ravens and cauldrons with
high-heeled
flames
burning feathers floating around
my head
i was awoken the next
morn
when there came a tapping
a tapping
at my door…

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