Demons in my dreams
A mix for the nightmare king.
Filled with tears and screams
Melody for him to sing.
Black as night he comes
Devouring all good thoughts.
Feared by all not some
His voice alone Nightmares wrought.
Light, he does despise
The rays of morning he hates.
Night, in which he thrives,
Brings around the darkest fates.
No hope lies for him
He lives in utter despair.
Acting in dark whim
His heart an obscure lair.