Poem - A Taste by R. Anthony

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- A Taste

A Taste
by R. Anthony

Until we meet again, I stay
Far beneath the worldly clay

In bedrooms where families dream
Of love or peace; pretend things
That's the time when I will scheme
Of all the ways to make you scream

A bit of death, a serpent's spell
I only give a taste of hell

Hate and pain and fear entwined
These nightmares I shall grant the mind,
All the evils of mankind.

And I think that you'll agree
The sandman can't compare to me.

You'll awaken in cold sweat
The world, it is the old world yet.
You are you, your sheets are wet.

Do not dwell on these flavors I bring to your bed
For life's short, when you think
of how long you'll be dead.
'Til tomorrow night, I guarantee
We'll meet again, eternally.

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