Bad Dream

Across the moors the serving 

Wench fled

From terrors unseen beneath

The moon 

Full and bright – underneath

Her heaving 

Bosom lay her heart filled with

Fear as she

Tripped then fell headlong and

Sprawled upon

The dew covered ground only 

Then did the

Shadow pursuing her pounce

Like a cat on a 

Mouse as she awakened with

In her own bed

Screaming in absolute terror 

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