Nightmares

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Down the dry walls of a hollow grave

A phantom speaks in solemn whispers

Cracking the stones of nevermore

To seek out the lives once lost to save.

Long, dark shadows rise to roam the ruins

To merge with memories of long dead corpses

Forming to fashion forgotten gossamer ghosts

That clear the cobwebs from cluttered coffins.

Demons dance in circles, their red eyes ablaze.

Ghouls scream their threats that split the night

To summon the vampires, werewolves, and trolls

That emerge in mist to drown the moon in haze.

Then all at once, monsters shrink back in fear

They cringe as an angelic song surrounds them.

And from the sky shimmering faerie dust falls,

Quelling the nightmare to let the dawn shine clear. 

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