By Damien Knight

My Night was troubled
By blocked doors and fear
My soul needs cleansed again
Inside I’m festering away deaf

The bookcase, empty knowledge
Blocked the door I tried to reach
My pain, I cried out for her
My blossom, come to me I beseech

My finger, it oozed before my eyes
The pain, agony, I screamed
All that was left, the flesh and bone
How is such horror I dreamed

My hand injured, the door blocked
Why can’t it be there with her
I feel Anika, the elegant dragon
Always with me for I am sworn to her

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