In The Dark Lands Of Nightmaria... Poem by Shaun Cronick
In The Dark Lands Of Nightmaria...
In the dark lands of Nightmaria,
Nothing truly is as what it seems.
What many perceive as a fantasy,
Are held captive in their own dreams.
A nightmare cocooned in a dream,
A dream sheathed in a nightmare.
Both paradoxes of equal measure,
In Nightmaria both are laid bare.
All think they can cut through,
Its dense forests of confusion.
Returning to earth's astral plane,
An escape that is pure illusion.
Once held in Nightmaria's clutches,
It deafly ignores every pitiful plea.
All lost souls never sleep again,
For only dreams can set them free.
Thomas Ii just read your comment and many thanks for your great and most welcomed comment good sir. And with part 2 of the Archangel conclusion I will again personal message you, just before its upped to let you know. That'll be next week or sooner and a week between all the other remaining parts. So thanks again Thomas, take care and hang in there day by day like the rest of us mere mortals. .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/13/2025 9:40:20 AM # 1.0.0
I don't fancy a trip to Nightmaria Shaun. It sounds a lot like West View in Hartlepool...truly nightmarish...filled with drug addled zombies etc. What a wonderfully imaginative poem, It's definitely a fearful five from me!