This limerick was written as my entry to MindandLifeMatters‘ Limerick Challenge. The prompt this week is lost. If you’ve never come across this event before, head on over and have a go. It’s quite a challenge to write a limerick that’s not inspired by Benny Hill!
Lost in thought he revisits his dreams,
Faceless, but not all that he seems.
He smirks and remembers,
That day in November,
When all that he heard were her screams.