A Houyhnhnm's Scrapbook/Number 1/Red Shadow

​Red Shadow

By Avis Riordan

Now he would rest and close his eyes—
But no, the floor is creaking.
They shall not take him by surprise—
He hears voices speaking
In whispers. Sometimes while asleep
His dreams are plagued by terror
Lest the grave not be so deep
As to hide the error.

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