Nocturnal by John Di Rosa     I met a woman one night in my dream the poets laughed and society screamed her skin was pale and her demeanor false her eyes belched fire her touch repulsed I left my reason behind in the void we soared together through infinite joys I did not waken for I was consumed Her name was insanity Her love was doomed     More about this author Discuss this poem in the Community Forum     Fantastic Horror Issue #8 Page Top