A Tender Night's Dream
Me, the women with a pale face, Long Loose Linen dress,
Around the neck Locket, and hair tossed back, is tormented.
Drink, Sleep, Dream
In this order there is much disorder.
The nightmares of Soho street are at bay
Unfortunately the elixir at bedside welcomes them back!
At the dead of night when the clock strikes 2, they come for me
The incubus and horse.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, TROT, TROT, TROT
Suffocated by a demon while intoxicated with the concept of mare-riding
Asleep, I suffer greatly in the midst of my own despair.
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