Let Sleeping Fear Lie
Ed Blundell
Sunset snarls like a scornful sneer
Across the bleeding horizon.
The day dies badly, night descends,
Like a blunt axe hacking the land.
Black things of darkness slither out,
Slimy sliding into sad dreams.
The hairy spiders of despair,
Spin webs of sticky sick deceit
Where they will drain their hapless prey,
Bleeding them dry as dusky husks.
Now if this is too much to take,
Then stay alert, stay wide awake.
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