Nightmare -

The demons of my past have crept

Under the cover of the night

Waiting to snatch me from my bed

Into the place where they abide.

I’m dreaming and the dream is dark.

The water flows like liquid oil

When suddenly the demons start

Pulling me down with their coils.

My lips are frozen with the fear,

And neither hand nor foot would move

And then the pallid light appears

The Midnight Sun, the deathly Moon.

Shall I surrender to the night

And let the waters take me in?

There is no help within a sight

How can I fight within my dream?