The monster who stalks my dreams is faceless
I find myself wishing I could see
More of it’s unavailable countenance
Or know something of it
It crackles in the darkness
With an energy immortal
Showing itself through the gloom
See it from the corner of my eye
Although it follows nightly, close
I am no longer afraid
What it represents
I do not know
It is a constant companion
Which I tolerate till I know it’s purpose
One day I shall.



Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember. First inspired by the wonderful stories of Roald Dahl, the Brothers Grimm etc. I adore myths and magic of all sorts, though I read so many genres it's impossible to classify it all!! Some of my poetry is truth with a healthy (or unhealthy depending on your view!),dose of magic and fiction and others are pure fiction. I'll leave you to decide for yourself which those are! Please stop by and enjoy and glad to make your acquaintance. Feel free to leave a comment 🙂

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