Nightmare Poems 3 THE LOVER’S MURDER

Couching a love song Amidst the soul’s dreary yearlong Tedious to say the least But the heart quest unrelent Doors ajar Minds afar I, the dreamer set course To a world unhoarsed Entirely blissful Eternally peaceful A happy vision of three A father, his servant and the father’s Son Their house too I stumbled upon…