Night terrors

The black cloak of the night decends,
like a dark vail o're my mind.
The room, which just a moment ago,
was lit by the single bulbs glow.
Now is plunged into a dark abyss.

That darkness heralds Them,

 from their sleep of death,

their troubled sleep of day.

Here they come,to taunt and tease,

as I lay, with staring eyes,

and horror thought filled mind.

Of terrors that await me,

should I relax my vigilance and guard.

So, I'll turn my thoughts to better things,

of the day, the sun, the wind,

of the greeness of the fields in bloom,

as winter turns to spring.

The rain, the fog, the virgin snow,

untouched by tread of man,

which like our dreams, the sun's warm rays,

will disperse it all too soon.

But in the dark,

they still flit round,

for their burning eyes I see,

never looking left or right,

but always turned to me.

Grotesque features slide on by,

with fleshless arms and legs,

and on those grinning skulls,

are writ plain the sins of ages past.

But I wil cheat them of their victory yet,

and see them dance with rage,

as I take up my holy cross,

and slowly kneel and pray.