Slumber

Slumber

Something there is, in the night

That frets and crawls in the dark.

When everyone lies; and sleeps in bliss,

It sucks their dreams leaving sand in its wake.

Something there is, in the night

It howls in pain and spreads the fright,

In the dark of the night,

The blissful dream rears its head

And turns into a vengeful vision of dread,

They cannot leave, they cannot fight

The unbreakable hold,

It’s grip too strong to fold.

The light goes out at the end of the tunnel,

Leaving fitful dreams in eternal slumber.