Nightmare in F major

Somewhere in that hall
Sprawled D, 
Whose fingernails were clipped 
And dined by the floor.

He was pegged deep in the chest 
Steely cold, and 
Slept quickly. Love slipped.

The rouge carpeted that which slumbered 
Beneath—last year's valentine—
And yawned the reveries of hell.

Dale Chou
2003-09-05