Darkened Dreams

moon stares down through wicked woods
my prison guard in this dreary dream
nightmarish fantasies flutter by
on ghostly butterfly wings
trees crowd, silently judging
night bewitching sleep-dulled senses
as my sleepwear sprouts rhizomes
that chain me to the ground

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Free verse poem in 8 lines
Written for: "Invalid Item"  October Round 47
Prompt: ** Image ID #1983250 Unavailable **