Sandman

Crepuscule sounds like coup de gràce
The Sandman awaits; beneath hooded veil
Utter your orisons before you take slumber
For the phantasies he entwines will make you deplore

From dragons breath a murk will eminate
Stay slumber & don't dare open your eyes
Sleep to my friend, you will need your rest
When trepidations beat your heart from your chest

With ice cold hands, he will clutch your heart
He will shatter your phantasies & rip them apart
Your illusion of love, passion & lust
Become ashes to ashes & dust to dust

He will snicker as from Beelzebub you try to escape
To you it's a night terror, him it's just fun
If you should perish before you bestir
Beware of the reaper, your soul he will collect

When hell crosses over & into your phantasies
You will open your mouth & try to shriek
Only quietude will echo in your ears
For the Sandman knows your nether most fears

As dawn draws near, he will adieu his prey
You will forget your phantasies & face the day
Although you have forgotten the hell cloaked in black
He is anxious & scrutinizing until you turn back