NIGHTMARE
Oh, what hard work delivering souls can be!
So I will introduce to you my new trusty steed,
A steed of fire, a steed of ice,
A stallion with Hell burning in her eyes.
I don my cloak of darkness,
The mirror traps my shattered smile,
I bring out my scythe, blade as sharp as a life,
She will be worth her while.
She is a fiery nightmare,
Flames lick her jet-black flanks,
I mount and we ride through misty woods,
Skimming stones, over riverbanks.
I am Death; my job is to deliver souls to the light,
I count them as we gallop through the gloom
She snorts with a flick and whinny of delight,
Under the pale, milky face of the lunar moon,
We ride out a race against the calm, blue moon,
But the Goddess wins every night.
She tosses her fiery mane up high,
And snorts into the crystal air,
Higher up she flies, up to the sky,
As far as a spirit will dare.
As far as a spirit can care.
She soars sleek and black, just a silver bridle she lacks,
I would never dream of imprisoning my nightmare,
She would scream if they cut off her silver hair.
Dawn, we head home, back to my mysterious abode,
Where time stands still, and life is on hold,
To the forever of an eternity,
In daylight rests the entity.
But a warning to all those who are brave and rash,
To those who aren't scared, afraid or won't dash
Beware when you go out on a dark and misty night,
Whenever you go out always bring a light,
For if you should look up and see the Nightmare,
You had better stop to stare and despair,
As you will be cursed for the rest of your life,
For she is an omen of bad luck and strife.
Bakura: So, slaves of the Shadows, what say you to my fabulous beast?