The sandman comes drifting in at night.
The master of horrendous dreams.
Sprinkling sand on the eyes of victims.
Leaving them locked in nightmares.
Thrashing around with silent screams.
He steals pleasant dreams with the dream catcher he wears.
Standing next to their beds he stares.
Lurking there.
Absorbing more power from Their fears.
A evil lear on his pale face.
Sand blows though the room.
Leaving a dark heavy feeling that looms.
If you stay in his nightmares to long your soul is gone.
Your body turned to sand.
He roams many lands.
Leaving victims in eternal sleep.
Reaping power through the night hours.
Nightmares that take hold and devour the soul.
The sands magic seeping into their eyes.
Eventually they all die.
He stands waiting to gather more sand.
All souls visited to be damned, used for others demise.
As the sun begins to rise.
He quietly slips away.
In the daylight hours he stays in the shadows.
He sweeps in with the moon.
Sand engulfs the room.
Soon another sleeps in the dream state of doom.
He shall be coming for your soul soon.
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