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Awake with a sweat
In a cloud of dread
A nightmare place I’d left.
Unsure of where
Of how, of when.
What was it caused my fears,
What un-shapen image then
Had brought about these tears?
I never before saw
Nor ever felt,
A fear so deep.
Dear God,
The very rustle in the trees
Caused my skin to creep.
And now my frozen heart is lying still.