Night-mare

Sound of thunder
That surges violent storm of wakefulness
And will flatten our frowning bedsheets
Of stringent terror seizing sinews
Neath her bounding of silvered heels.
Lightning will lay scorch as it travels
Bolt through bracket bones of bare flesh
That hovers amassed in silhouette stature
Like blackened skins of clouds so lofty.

O’ lumbering lady of mirth, now eclipsed
Take the groaning bitter of darkness
And saddle now its poignant promise
Of broken dawns we’d yearn to see

Cast recall of dreams you mounted
Failures flung from whithers so steep
Thrones of kings brought crashing at her feet
Buckling at her fetlocked mercies
And of blissful hopes now trampled
Soft memory blown through her muzzle
To breath of howling storm, exhaled
From blackened belly nursing your dreams

Lady of moon and macabre misgiving
Will thunder in nightly swarm as you sleep
And spine of bounding mane, entangled
Stabbing fears deep into psyche
That laces regret through formless memory
Of the rider you once knew.