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Night's Black Dawn -- (The NightMare)

First...the Dream Is Born.

Then...the Dream must be BORNE.

Enter the Dream-Bearer...

NightManes's Horseman...

NightsBlackDawn...

The NightMare.



Finding yourself...

flying...down the corridors...

of your own Mind...

into the Dark...into the Blackness...

already...too deeply enmeshed...

to attempt to resist...

to try to escape...

as the Wind...

from the Wings of NightMane...

touches your face...envelops your Soul.



Lost now...you wander...

Consumed by NightLust...

Absorbed by the NightCore...

Desperately longing...

To Surrender To The Night.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I have several diverse Personae under which I both write and record.

This is who NightsBlackDawn is...Poem dates to Aug 29th 2003.

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 11:13pm
©11 October 2003 - 6:43am — nightsblackdawn
21 October 2003 - 6:28am — Sean Sessions (not verified)
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I like this work, it's wonderfully descriptive. some truly excellent lines in there.. Keep up the good work and thank you for reading mine.