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Once upon a lucid dream,
I saw a man that seemed to grow,
And though I'm sure in flesh I'd seen
A man, he seemed to melt like snow.
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O little boat, why don't you take the waves?
Why sit in moor and rust into decline?
O wand'ring boat, do you not yearn to rage?
Cast off your shackles, storm out from the Tyne!
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From what great mountain were you carved? What stone
So precious, chiselled down, did see you made?
I wonder at which wondrous world could hone,
Which atoms could define your pastel shade.
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No star I saw, had ever shone so pure
It cursed my eyes yet kissed all else in sight.
Disturbed my youthful halcyon like an oar,
And chilled me with a lake of hallowed light.
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How does it feel, when all the Sun bursts in,
And all the globe acquires a sepia glow,
And all the warmth and fervour wherewithin,
Does melt away the solitude like snow?
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Man tore himself up again and again,
And pieced himself slowly, but slowly the rain
Would break him back down, and under the strain
He did not falter, but heaved with the pain.
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My love was young, and now is not so gleaming,
There's nothing keen as Time to douse a fire.
My love was Spring, but now in Summer greening,
I'm running out of new things to admire.
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There's a town I used to visit, just south of York,
A town of toys thats lost its hold of Time
Or maybe Time let go, so when I walk
its cobbled streets I forget by and by
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Somewhere, somehow, some many miles yonder,
There lives alone the other half of ‘team',
And though sometimes its possible to wonder,
I know she is the woman of my dreams.
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Why waste so many words on noisy birds?
Give me an ode that sings the open road,
For summer's melodies are always heard,
Yet the voice of what's beyond is left unknown.
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I've eaten quite my fill of myths and lore,
I've feasted on too many words of heaven,
Whilst you may knock forever at that door,
This world I love is world enough to live in.
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1st Year English Literature Student Northumbria Uni)
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The Night Hunter
Once upon a lucid dream,
I saw a man that seemed to grow,
And though I'm sure in flesh I'd seen
A man, he seemed to melt like snow.
And then he came again, and back
But closer, clearer, moving slow.
He opened his mouth and all went black
And numb, lest for a chilly glow.
The glow did form a little shape,
Resembling the darkened figure
And so i lay, afraid to wake,
In fear he'd re-appear, but bigger.
My eyelids must of flickered light,
Because the shape did start to shift,
And spots did grow and twist and fight,
Like microbes in a petri dish.
And out of all these writhing forms,
I lay aghast and in dismay
To see out of the darkness, spawn
The Night Hunter, as clear as day.
I tried to turn and run away,
But found that i was paralysed,
And before he looked my way,
I searched in vain to be disguised.
Alas! I could not find escape,
And as my limbs would not release
My heart ran at a frightful pace,
So little time to make my peace!
Then the shadow turned around,
And looked with piercing eyes at me,
I seemed to scream without a sound,
Those swirling eyes of red and green.
Violently, he shook a head,
Which now, not man, was wild beast,
My stomach lurched and dropped like lead,
But still my limbs would not release
And now half lion, half blob recoiled,
And, spitting sparks it bared its teeth,
And whirling snakes of blue and red,
Did seem to curl into the deep.
The monster, wailing, sprang at me,
Now spectre, ghost it floated forth
But not with peace, and I asleep,
Could not break free, but taste its wrath.
It flew and flew and grew and grew,
And spun around my startled head,
And faster, faster, closer too,
A kaleidoscope of green and red,
Yet I am not quite yet of age,
To be consumed without a fight,
And using all my might, I raged
Against this Hunter of the Night.
The raging seemed to take an age,
And still the Hunter, seething, pressed!
At least I tried to break the cage
I thought, and began to accept
That maybe it was time to rest,
Be taken by eternity,
But one small part still tried its best,
One final push to set me free.
Suddenly the sun burst in,
And light did flood and douse the flames,
Of black and blobby shapes and things
That haunt. The world came back again!
I'm glad to say they strove in vain,
And I survived, to tell a tale
Of things that lurk beyond the sane,
The master of my own betrayal.
For it seems these things that i did see,
Were all the mischief of my mind,
The place I fought and longed to flee,
Was the place that hides behind closed eyes.
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