Why do we fear them?
Creatures under the bed,
Monsters in your head,
Blood-soaked demons walking like the dead?
Moment waking
Sleeping, baking
Dream Creating
Rise thick mind-play yeast.
Appendages frozen
Death Ice holds them
Foot stand the rigor chosen
Reaper hold no breath
to cast the mist arrival death
Blink away the haunting phantom
Heavy dreaming never chant them.
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