The Cost Of Love - Poem by kevin hartley
My sleeps are a recurring nightmare,
of black dogs streaking across the sky.
Tearing gashes amongst the night time wonders,
as I stare lonely upwards and wonder why.
So heavy is my heart at night,
wishing my love would return to me soon.
As these devilish hounds corral the stars,
and their shadows devour the moon.
Every morn I wake from this fearsome sight,
outsmarted the devil I thought.
For I sold my soul for the one I love,
pity sadness is all I brought
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