Chased through the night
by faceless demons
riding faceless steeds
through the badlands
of everywhere dark and frightful
stand
shivering and alone
watching them come
defenseless, frightened and confused
and the lightning comes
with it the low rolling rumble
and the sleeping nightmare is gone
and yet
with the peaceful melody
dancing on the windows
dripping from the treetops
–when did the leaves start to creep?
the nightmares remain
the demons that chase
through the not sleeping brain
the memories that bring
nothing but fear
and they chase
with their faces and their names
with the  demon steeds
that are scarier
in  the waking
and through the nightmares
threads the melody
of the rain

April Wells
3/16/16