With Out A Face Poem by maria goodison

I let my naked mind fall in to this dream
of horror and yet the dream still make me
seek it so.
Sate at a Gothic table all lay out in fount of me
good thing to eat, i take a sipped of the sliver
goblet in my hand.
At the other end i note a figure with out a face
and yet i know this figure, is my dark lord looking back
at me.
He dancing round me to a tune that i can not
place.
He take me in his arms his embrace so safe so
cruel how i wont to run yet beg for more from this
man with out a face.
We stop dancing just one Senates he say to me.
'Are we ready to take our place'
I awake its over I'm sweating and still i want
for the faceless man to come knocking at my door.