A Vengeance Nocturnal

A Vengeance Nocturnal



                Chilling sweat begins my plight
                in the blackness of the night
                once again I cringe in fright
                and scream

                Childhood demons haunt me still
                and perhaps they always will
                memory is hard to kill
                in dream

                Though I've lived these many years
                still the offspring of my fears
                run amok beneath my tears
                of pain

                Innocence no longer mine
                plagues me with its mournful whine
                draining courage from my spine
                again

                Ancient lips caress my own
                from a time no man has known
                and no god has ever shown
                before

                Thus my soul again lies bare
                to this curse it's come to share
                and I wallow in despair
                a whore


                C.  Lon  R.  Bruso