• I tell a tale of one so cold
    His breath turns icy in the air
    A beast whose form, no man can hold
    A demon whose eyes no man can bear

    He hunts his victims while they dream
    His touch is pleasing beyond compare
    But things are never what they seem
    His deals will drag you, through his lair

    He preys on those who hurt
    And those whose thoughts are on despair
    Your darkest thoughts; so loudly he seems to blurt
    Yet he only whispers, near your hair

    There is no running from this devil
    It’s death to those who dare
    In my pain he seems to revel
    In my dreams; turned nightmare.