A prophet of woe and mischance?
My big white ghost that watches me.
Flies beside in the icy rain,
roe deer running with us in the dark,
to see me home.

It gave that dread unearthly shriek,
Christmas night in the forest, no fright.
Tonight it flew through cars and frost,
to pause at the window as we drove.
To satisfy itself.

No ill omen, no destiny of fear.
Just a spirit,
finding me a course to steer.
Staying near.

He was wrong,
I doubt he ever saw one.

Part of my throat just fell out.
A bit from the back, I have no doubt.
Been feeling something bad down there.
When it fell out, it made me swear.

Put it quickly down the loo.
What the hell else can I do?
A ****** great big lump of me.
Nearly choked, spat my tea"

A cough of blood, a messy splat.
Yes pointy finger, I'm a Welsh ****!
Now just a little blood and stuff,
" Ok body, I've had enough."

I've cut and broke and bled so much,
What next, a piece falls of my crutch?
Reckon singing tore it out.
That last rendition made me shout!

But I will admit that I do fret,
My throat shouldn't go down the toilet.

Want to write a poem sweet,
about monsters or dragons with big feet.
But got sad things inside my head.
So want to write happiness instead.
So I'll go to bed and dream of things.
Fairies and scaries and beating wings.
Then all the sad stuff will fly away,
tomorrow, I hope, my mind will play.

Saw sunlight through ***** glass.
When I'm not ready it brings it back.
To constrained, crushed flat.
The past comes flying at my brain.
No, not again. The degrading.
The pain.
Lie down shut up, or I'll hurt you worse.
We'll stop when we've had enough,
or put you in a hearse.
With your poor ******* dying brother.
If you tell, We'll tell.
And the doctors will stop.
It will be your fault.
Now, do what she tells you!
Grinding into the concrete,
my 8 yr face crushed, "He fell."
Twisted arms.
When men kick a child hard in the *****,
and ****, you stay down,
barely a bruise.
To damaged to cry.
No-one came,
Except them,
They came quite a few times.
Till they got tired.
Was she a mother?
Was I practice for her own,
or was I the pinnacle?
Sunlight through ***** glass,
with blood, **** and stuff
running out my ***.
No-one
ever
came

My tumbly hurts,
my *** does too!
Perhaps I might go to the loo.
But up the stairs is dark and cold.
And scary worries take a hold.

Maybe something nasty's there?
To bite my feet and grab my hair.
Hiding in the shadows cast,
should I run up really fast?

No, I'll go back in the room,
Mum or Dad will be here soon.
If they won't go upstairs with me,
I'll wee behind Mum's big settee!

Something big is stalking me,
been on my trail since half- past three.
Wonder if it thinks  I'm dinner,
boy I wish that I was thinner.

Velociraptor or dinonychus,
please don't come and make a fuss.
If I end up in your tummy,
you'll find that I am far from yummy!

Now the footsteps seem quite loud,
wish that I was in a crowd.
I hope it eats me really quick,
and then I'll make it feel quite sick!

Lying in moss, millenia gone,
wasted mass of vein and bone.
Men drew him forth, with fear and dread,
and caged him as a beast.
Stone throw, foul jest,
pricked for sport, no dark or rest.
Sunlight burns, that skybright glower.
But with each nights fall,
She brings him power.

A quiet girl, the gentlest soul,
sees him not as hell spawned ghoul,
but lost alone, so far from home.
And she knows his time will come.
Skin grow, hair and nails,
more human now, they start to quail,
He bears all pain, smiles at their fear,
his mind flies out acroos the plain.
Calling back what men dread.

Coming steady in the night,
a Hellish horse, and a beast of night.
Last of their kind, they crave his sight.
Dwelled in darkness all these years,
spawning whispered dreadful fears.
From his cage he sees her truth.
The pregnancy belies her youth.
A sin that cursed her in the eyes,
of those that poison with their lies.

The one deed she can do for him,
she frees the monster, this no whim!
Hidden in a place to rest,
her pity passed the test.
So she runs, with his eyes upon her.
Only Her death will save the honour,
of those who can have none.
Far away, with her lover she runs,
hiding, child now close, a chosen one.

But grinning, with the glee of hate,
Her hunters come, sadistic fate.
A hundred foul men, with her kin,
to punish love with every sin.
Stricken no more, breathing the night.
Greeting his beasts with a call to the fight.
And a prayer, the first and last of his life.
Let me ride one day beneath your light.
I will kneel before your cross.....

Day comes, riding forth, as in the days gone by.
When the world feared their coming.
But today, bleeding from palms, and head,
and wounded, the suffering of the sweetest one,
the price of his prayers.
One day of racing hooves and claws,
swords that flash, dragon soars.
Fallen men and horses mark,
His path out from  the dark.
Weapons dripping, claws ripping,
no smile now, tension gripping.

Too late to save, the torture done.
Still warm, but now beyond his reach.
But still inside the smallest beats.
Quick strokes, hard deeds, in his arms,
torn mother still bleeds,
But her dead face smiles, child  saved from harm.
So He'll nurture and teach the little one,
Tell him of the good his Mother had done.
Then, together they will come.
With a host of Dragons to claim his throne.