Night Mare
by Jonas Hyde

Twilight steed,
with hooves of passion and fear,
she pulls the carriage of my dreams,
into the imprisoning field of torment and denial.

Stallion of my eve,
she ne’er comes ‘pon my whistle,
instead timing her gait for when my soul is weary,
shrouded in the darkness of life’s damnations.

Mare of my night,
I beg her to leave me be,
enter my dreams ne’ermore,
and release me fore’er from my eternal nightmare.