Nightmare: A Poem by Bernard Fonlon

I stood on the verge,
the verge of the cliff,
and gazed down the chasm
dizzy and black.
Libera me, Domine
de ore leonis,
de lacu profundo

I danced on the brink,
the brink of perdition,
the grim dance of death
ecstatic and fatal
Libera me, Domine,
de morte improvisa,
de poenis inferni