On the plains of forgotten dreams a wondering Night terror awoke, its sluggish motion once Dormant but it had its banshee howls reverberated upon the old stained thoughts that grew.
Always reaching for a purpose, but the wail shattered Them into pools of liquid fantasy evaporating into Nothing so long they had they grown now they were But as forgotten as all in the land. dream now awoke.
Blinded by darkness it succumb to primal fears, ripping Upon a daydream now scarred in thought. The forest Of dreams growing to bear fruit in minds yet to see, Now bleed tears liquid terror as it screamed.
A dream walker happened upon the ether that radiated So, perpetual mist gathered around. It screamed and To knees pushed upon, a dream catcher worn charred By the breath of fear so strong. on feet once again stood.
Words whispered, as layers wisped in to the impressions Changing essence like leaves falling. Like a melody they Washed over, cleansing the fears that blanketed its un-awoken Motions on the land. And still it became, its true form shaped.
A child yearning self, a fear gripped upon Its subconscious, Needing to hear its mind, afflicted that which would not let It awaken to the realms of reality. But trapped in darkness Within ones self, and he raised his hands over and sang.
"Little one of light, grasping on night tainted touch, "Free is your dream, no terrors touch on you tonight, Slumber in peace, no other fear shall greet you this night,
Awake little one, and faded into realities grasp did this Little one glide. The night terrors are dormant creatures Who's howl signals fear in this realm. But I will be here To guild those who scream into fear of the night.