Recurring Nightmare

I walk alone, the night is dark,
the air is still a lone dog barks,
along the street silent and bare
tall houses stand, black windows stare.
gas lamps are dim, I am afraid.
 
feeling depressed and quite dismayed
I turn around - a tall man stands
hat down, arm raised, dagger in hand,
I try to scream - silence remains.
I awake, only to dream again.
 



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