Those were the words
that opened my eyes
to the nightmare.
I woke up not in my bed,
but a world of horrors.
Where the only sounds are screams,
in a land of darkness.
“You must create a bad dream.
He keeps those around that can,”
said one prisoner.
“This is the land of nightmares:
a factory for bad dreams.
Lord of Dark stole us from our slumbers
to create nightmares for others.
He picks those with imaginations.”
“And if I have no ideas scarier than this?”
“He’ll devour you.”