All The Nightmares

The yard is there, accessible,
To every explorer;
It waits to tell its silent tale
Of execrable horror

There’re those who’re watching all the time,
To upbraid or to chide us:
For all the nightmares that have been
Are still right there
Inside us

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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