I saw her sitting there
In a small round chair
Locks made of gold
Just like her soul

She looked up at me
But surely couldn't see
For to all I'm invisible
But she was truly incredible

A voice like a whisper
"Who are you mister?"
I flashed a small smile
And looked at the child

"It matters not who I am
My sweet little lamb
Your time has run out
No need to pout"

Slowly she started to stand
And reached for my hand
She wasn't a weeper
Just a girl with the Grim Reaper

Death is near, death is near
For a banshee is here

Run and hide you may try
no use against a banshee's cry

Many a soul have wandered near
Many a soul has died here

Trying to escape ones fate
Will lead to a no later date

Death is near, death is near
For a banshee is here

For now I must go
But you mustn't cry
I shall not take long
This isn't goodbye

Tomorrow I leave
I leave no trace behind
I promise to write
So please be kind

I'm sorry but I must go
I can no longer delay
I just want you to know
I shall miss you

Drifting eyes fall
For sleep must come
The mind left to wander
To explore the possibilities

A nightmare?
Monsters big and tall
Slimy or scaly
Causing a drenching sweat

A dream?
So sweet and innocent
Full of love and laughter
Or and irresistible adventure

Blackness?
A state of nothingness
A state of peace
Neither a dream nor nightmare

A nap?
So short yet needed
Basking in the sun
Or under a tree

Sleep is something we need
Something we enjoy
Something we fear
Or nothing at all

The light is fading
Becoming no more
Hope is fleeting
Lost in the abyss

Nightmares come to life
Eating away the joy
People become desperate
Their life nothing more than a toy

Everything is dark
The smallest sound
A slight bark
Maybe a growl

Red eyes glow
Watching my every move
I feel like a show
With a monster audience

A sense of loneliness
Or abandonment
Stuck in a world so heartless
Death is preferable

Time flies by
Or at least I think it does
For I have given up
To the darkness within