Poetry

Last night you had heard my screams
while my body did shiver and bent
all night long before the darkness was spent
and you did wonder about my horrid dreams
while in sleep I had not been alone
and over my face the dim moon did shone
and shivers run up and down my spine on the winter eve
while my heart did beat at a frightened pace
and more sinister did my dreams weave
while there was real worry all over your face.