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By FarmGirl •

Black as death Vicious as ever As she gallops, Her hooves make the sound Of thunder weather Eyes like fire Nostrils glaring Across the Earth She goes blaring Her tail a whip Against the cold night air All shudder with fear When she gallops near For she is the NightMare

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May 27, 2007 00:25 ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~

Great! as i read this poem, I thought wow! what a great movment in this piece of work! and atlast, the finale..a nightmare...been there and done that! It's really a great poem! :)

May 27, 2007 00:25 ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~

thanks for reading my poems too!