The Bugle

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I woke up from a sleep not so mine

To look around to see if all was fine

Mad crickets in great unison sang

Bats came flying together to hang

Witching hours frightened me more

Or was there someone at the door?

Were those lights two eyes of glare

Who was that walking down the stair?

Did a whisk past the curtains move

Or any of my nightmares come true?

While I cursed and said O’ my spite

I found you asleep holding me tight

In a snore so guileless and glorious

My only fear that made me furious

And yet I laid next to you astound

For when you are beside or around

O’ sound for life, my bugle dearest

No devil or demon dare get nearest...

-R-