In new nightmares, cold steel veins pulse black blood
The knives of longing sever through pure white skulls.
The blessed flesh of innocence is ravaged.
Holy, ancient orders are inverted.
Sound like what every teacher's aide has to endure the first day on the job. A nicely yet darkly written night terrors quatrain Dominic and worthy of five ephialtes stars. Many thanks and take care and I wish you well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Shaun..very amusing...yes even Jason from Friday The! 3th would undoubtedly have trouble controlling those pesky kids!