haunted hours
when my ghosts
emerge from
the ether
waltz
in slow rotation
through my memory
music
only they can hear
skeletal orchestra
backside of the night
when my demons
come out to play
leapfrog through
my dreams
like rowdy children
with fangs
with talons
Red Rover
Red Rover
shall we play
hide and seek?
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
And do they care whether we dream or fidget awake in those hours? Hardly, it is their time, those darkest hours.
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Indeed, when something wicked this way comes
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – companions of a sort in the darkest hours of night
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Great post Christine! Really loved your lines –
“my dreams
like rowdy children”
Loved the title and the topic! Bravo!
xoxo
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Thank you Chuck
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Another amazing piece!
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome!
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