In the dark many monsters may hide
Angels and demons and things worse than either side
Stare out into the deep black
Once you’ve seen him you cannot go back.
What shape or size only a few know
And those few live where fewer can go.
But into dreams the nightmare can creep
And suck the dreamer down deep deep deep
He is older than thought, older than rhyme
Made, so they say, from the same stuff as time.
He breathe water air and fire when
He hunting emerges from his dark den
Like a spider he traps, like a cat stalks
Better than any hunter dare boast to talk
He knows every turn and shadow along the way
And far worse than that he knows his prey
He sniffs the air and tastes the scent
And slithers away hiding where he went
If ever he feels you seeing he
Better it had been you never be.
Those few aforementioned who slip away
Chant a mantra incessantly to keep him at bay
Does it work? Well, they live, although
Seemingly mad from the memories they know.
So stay away from Shadows, hide in the light
Stay away from the Dream Eater with all your might.
words mine, image from pixabay by way of imgur. thanks for reading, criticism welcome.
-Matthew
