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Ride the nite mare, she gallops from dawn,
racing furiously to beat the light.
Her hooves kiss the earth with sparks,
iron on rock, pyres burn behind her.
Twin, thin streams of flame her breath,
nostrils betray the fires of hell.
Coal black, demon spawn, horse of Hades.
She reeks of cold sweat, of fear.
In dreams she rides and captures souls,
in her twisting cyclonic wake.
Dwelling on those dark thoughts,
anger, jealousy, hatred, she feasts on animosity.
Bleed, for she feasts on the blood,
the warm red flow of your psyche.
Dream and fuel the fires of hell,
pluck my eyeballs from my head.
She drops into the abyss, falling,
an eternity of gut wrenching falling.
Falling to no bottom until it must
tear me apart and wake,
only to wet sheets and the confusion of where?
Screaming with madness and kick away
from the dawn, she runs, only to return
with her master, the night, her only accomplice.
To make me dream, and scream, and die
my nightly death alone.
Ride the nite mare a round trip
trot, into the very jaws of hell.

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