Friday, September 30, 2011

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-