In the darkness of the night,

When nightmares grip you tight,

And fear is all you've ever known,

Dreams can be a frightful thing.

The shadows dance upon the wall,

Whispers echo through the hall,

A glimpse of hope, a fleeting light,

But still, the terror grips you tight.

In dreams, the demons come to play,

Their twisted forms in disarray,

They haunt your thoughts, they cloud your mind,

Leaving you in a constant bind.

But still, you strive to break free,

To find some peace, some clarity,

To escape the darkness of the night,

And finally, see the morning light.

So hold on tight, don't let them win,

For in the end, it's you within,

The power to conquer, to overcome,

And turn nightmares into dreams undone.