He rattles on the door.
He makes your nightmares real,
He'll make you plead for more.
No hole is small enough to hide,
Nowhere is left to run.
The nightmare man will find you,
beneath the midnight sun.
But don't despair my children,
He hasn't found you yet.
I stand forever vigilant,
For the devil's favorite pet.
But if he ever finds you,
When I am old and frail,
You must confront him face to face,
Tear off his darkened veil.
Only when he is no more,
Will your dark thoughts cease.
Until that day may come my love,
You must learn to love the beast.
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