I fear this old dream
It visits me less these days
Though unchanged by time
It comes upon me swiftly
There is no escape
Ice water runs through my veins
And I know its face
Colours fade to black and red
A judgment is passed
Then a price is to be paid
A sudden kindness
An inexplicable grace
I never forget this place

© Ann Bagnall

 

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