24/7/2021
There's always something sinister lurking in the backdrop of my dreams;
waiting ever so patiently to turn my reveries into a horrible incubus--
--a prowling entity simmering with malicious intent, uncontrollable,
as if it is in its nature.
Invisible daemon, why must slither into my slumbering subconscious?
Why must you steal those moments of blissful ignorance from me?
Perhaps, my unfortunate godling, you desire them for your own; to fill yourself
with others' hope-concocted gaiety--
--and who could blame you, for darkness herself was the one that gave you life!
Nyx in all her starry glory, mothering the lord of nightmares --what a perfect fit.
So long, my troubled numen, until in trance you once again strife bring!
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