Forbidden

It's strange how the creatures of the night are fearless about their death or death in itself and how the poet seeks to exorcise it with his characters. I love this write my friend. I feel that the verses of an old song from kiss, called "Creatures of the night" is very appropriate. It ends like this: "Remember, when the clock strikes twelve, the losers always win".

My view of death takes a bizarre turn here, obviously.  This is based on a compilation of nightmares.  I try to ignore them, with little success, so I portray them in this write.  The harpies are a continuing annoyance.  Thank you for the comment, J, and addition to your reading list!

I believe we die a little bit with each indiscretion, so we feel immune to death's door until it knocks and we walk thru.

Wise words, JusTim.  I believe I hear that knocking now, and try to ignore it. Thank you!

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Oh my, crow..  this came from nightmares!? Poor you. I used to be plagued badly, now I just wake up startled & don't remember them. Your muse definitely isn't drying up as you believed, this is awesome work!!

Thank you Pandora.  I remember both dreams and nightmares vividly, perhaps too much so.  I try to stuff them into poetry, and hope for the best.

H.P. Lovecraft would've loved this!

Thank you Catman.  Lovecraft is one of my favorite writers, the architect of alternative dimensions, and their denizens.

I like his short stories; including Haunter of the Dark.

Crow.. dreams are tough.. especially when walking into unknown territories.. dig this brother..




Dave

Glad you enjoyed this, Dave.  My own dreams expand on the given day, for better or worse.  So often too intense!