Lying in the folds of night
the spectres rose to fill with fright
as body turned and twisted then
the nightmare came to haunt again.
Transpiring from that hellish tale,
through gritted teeth there came a wail.
What tortured thoughts could bring such woe,
could take such hold, such fear bestow?
The demon raged, its madness free
to weave a horror none could see,
until the first light pierced the air
and drove the beast back to its lair.
Jan Freeman's Wanderings - Let Nature be your guide 
Long time no visit! December was a busy month, but nicely busy around the holidays! I do hope you’ve had a special Christmas celebration and the new year will bring many inspirations and poems to share with us! All the best …and thank you for your support Jan!
Yes, December was busy here also and January hasn’t let up much either 😉
Thanks to you too for your “loyalty”and inspiration and I wish you and yours all the best for 2012 🙂
Oh I’ve had those dreams, Jan. lol
Hi, Paul. I think I need an exorcist 😉
Know these beasties well, Jan 😀
I imagine people like Stephen King are specially favoured 😉