Anna Reeves - SCREAM

Once at night my love
well return,

The night so dark,
but day so bright,

I worry if he
well every return,

I fell asleep
that very night,

To wake that not to find,

My love,
Beside me DEAD to desribe,

He had his eyes
in each of his hands,

his cloths riped off,
Burns to his body,

This is My nightmare,
of ONCE my true love.

Anna Reeves

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