Sandman
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or this nursery rhyme.
The Sandman's coming in his train of cars
Nocturne scattered the glowing dream mist over the girl. It has been two years since her lover's death and still she waited for him to come back. He sighed.
"Sleep well, child," he whispered, as the dark-haired girl closed her violet eyes in rest.
With moonbeam windows and with wheels of stars
It always amazed him that with all their technological advances, the human race always missed out on the great mysteries of life. And here, the boy's own family were tryng to reach out to him beyond the grave.
"Sleep," he whispered, pausing to observe the woman, who just stared back at him with red-rimmed eyes.
"Ghost," she whispered, "have you seen Danny?"
"No," he replied. "I had the honor to face him in combat once; he exists only in your memories now. Be proud he died a hero."
"But we were so sure..."
"Sleep" he murmured, throwing sleep mist upon her eyes. "Stop reaching for the stars and settle for the moon."
So hush you little ones and have no fear
"Nocturne," the boy sat on his bed, tubes and wires all but keeping him alive.
"Tucker," the Dream Master acknowledged him. "How are you faring?"
"Not well," the boy replied, gesturing at the devices he was hooked up to.
"Would you like a pleasant dream?" Nocturne asked him.
"With cheerleaders in it?" the boy asked hopefully.
The Dream Master chuckled. "I can arrange that." His face grew serious. "Are you afraid?"
"Not really," the dark-skinned techo-wizard replied. "I figured Danny can wait a few more minutes so I can have alone time with some gorgeous babes."
Nocturne laughed. "Then close your eyes to pain and wake to joyous light," he said, granting the boy his final wish.
He disconnected the devices and waited for the boy's heartbeat to stop.
The man-in-the-moon he is the engineer
Paulina Sanchez gaped at the ghost in his glittering star cape.
"You look like that weird goat-thing from that movie Pan's Labyrinth, only without the goat part," she told him.
He stared down at her. "You think so?" he asked, twirling for her.
"Yes," she replied, her aqua eyes twinkling.
"Then let me reward you," he replied, throwing star dust in her eyes.
The girl's breathing slowed as he took his leave.
The railroad track tis a moonbeam bright
"His grades were dipping below the waterline, so to speak," the man told him. "I tried my best to help him raise them. I should've have noticed more."
"A lot more," Nocturne agreed.
That leads right up into the starry night
"They will be fine, ghost child," he told the boy floating before him.
The boy gave him a questioning look.
"Yes, he's gone beyond now. I made sure he got to meet some cheerleaders, like he wanted."
The boy's emerald eyes danced with laughter.
"Come now," Nocturne said, rising to his feet. "It's time you rested too."
The boy nodded, then vanished from sight.
Nocturne sighed and thought of his dual nature.
"I am Morpheus, the Dream Master, who gives to humans a small taste of death each night, but on one day in each of their lifetimes, I am the true Dream-Giver, sending them beyond life."
So put on you 'jamas and say your prayers