Nightmare-Weavers
As black as night,
silent as death,
the nightmare-weavers lurk.
Silent screams surround them.
Shattered dreams drive them.
Blood of innocents feed them.
Arachnoid vessels are visions of doom.
One purple streak of light.
One ball of fire fading into the night.
And the nightmare-weavers move on,
stalking their next victims…