Down into the night doth slip
The dreams that bring both smiles and frowns
Slowly, they instill their grip
Upon the sleepy little towns
Following the Sandman
On his slightly sly and weary rounds
Spilling not one grain of plan
Upon the tear stained battleground
And as the breathing deepens
Fading in and out of tune
These Harbingers come creeping
With their visions old and new
And to each, they will justify
Each reason for their crimes
In metering out empathy
Or sorrow unsublime
Until each one finds sweet release
Or ******* in their slumber
Awakening to much the same
In the spell each still are under