Shall I tell you of the beast I’m seen in my dreams
A strangeness vast and vile
For in the nights where Morpheus weeps
it visits me with vengeful smiles

I know I should no fear such things
Dark fancy found in far off sleep
But for months in haunts my nights repose
In my mind it seems to creep

But I fear my words will fail to paint
A picture of the beast most foul
They are strangers beyond nature
vile absurdities on the vengeful prowl

This beast that stalks my nightly terrors
has the face of any earthly dame
but there the similarities cease
for beneath the neck is a hideous frame

It spine seems to extend to unnatural length
As if it cobbled by perverse hand
and its spine is bare and profuse with strings
A strange sight in any natural land

It walks of four hand with fingers long and pale
Put two of them reach back in horror
And pluck the spinal strands and sings
I promise this is no dream laced error

Sings maybe to kind a word for this
But I lack a more right one
However as each notes rings out
its jaw becomes undone

Some nights I can stay far away
others it can taste its breath
this nightmare beast of unknown lands
perhaps is but a harbinger of death.

On those nights it draws so close
I see the strangeness in such clarity
Its skin is taught and knotted
and its sings with deft severity

That make me wonder If my days draw near
If its Opaled eyes as white as milk
Have come to whisk me far away
to a place of darkness with its phantom ilk

To land where madness chord is rung
where I will breath no longer
To silence of the Thantatos’s door
Or is this too dark to ponder