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Midnight Thoughts

‘Twas midnight, and the slimy thoughts
Did squirm and squeak inside her cave:
All smothered was the bed in rot,
And bedsheets covered her grave.
Beware their eyes, unsleeping mate!
Their figures fluid, their voices sly!
Beware the crooked things they state
They twist your thoughts and make them lie!
She took her strength into her hands
Long time the coal-dark eyes she sought —
No-one to turn to in these badlands,
She looked again for her own thoughts.
As if by invite, her they smite,
Those hateful thoughts of self and loathing,
Ripping through the sleep-dark night,
My love’s mind betrothing!
One-two, one-two! And through and through
Her own will-power went snicker-snack!
And killed one dead, inside her head
Never to come back.
“And, hast thou slain those daemons girl?
Come to my arms, my lovely lass!
I care not if you win or lose”
But try each night you must.
‘Twas midnight, and the slimy thoughts
Did squirm and squeak inside her cave
:
All smothered was the bed in rot,
And bedsheets covered her grave.

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