NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Four. Loosely on-prompt.
once u-pon
one half moon
here we sleep
Hyp-nos' boon
in these hours
dreams they keep
back the dark
things that creep
but this night
some-thing breaks
thoughts leak in
our mis-takes
what is this
bloom that swirls
lifts us out
spreads in whorls
trapped in time
can't quite mesh
sense with rhyme
two by two
two by two
then they come
up from hell
make us numb
screams we cry
as we sink
pulled from view
past the brink
could we stay
must we go
through the fire
down be-low
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