A poem about a night of terror and death.

Someone haunted by a ghost in his own home.

The dead of night.

Short poem, freestyle.

The Spectre of Death Approaches.

Miles to go before I sleep…

Afterimages.

About the fleetingness of life and the passing of time; the relationships and the people that come and go.

Do you have what it takes to be one of us?

Far flung ideas of fancy and fantasy unfurling into a delightful play of words.