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About a monstrous Lord of Sleep |
Grimly like a loathsome reaper Morpheus haunts the land of dreams, ‘Til escaping to the waking world Bringing with him myriad screams. Morpheus brings untold horrors From the far-off land of sleep, Death lurks in his every step As around sleeping souls, he creeps. Into the arms of Morpheus Slips a helpless sleeping one, Unwary of the boundless evil That the Lord of Sleep has done. Morpheus clutches his new prey With his long, malignant arms, Taking innocents to Dream Land From known safety to unknown harm. Like a ghost, he haunts our sleep Luring us to his dreamland, A land of noxious schemes abounding Evil things night’s lord has planned. Shadowy figures whisper warnings To make unwary sleepers wake, Victims of the Lord of Dreams Their lives it seems are his to take. From their prison in Dream Land They try to warn sleeping souls, Of the evil of Lord Morpheus And his untold loathsome goals. For the lord of sleep intends To trap the sleeping in their dreams, Until they think they’re all awake But nothing will be as it seems. Soon the sleeping think they’re waking When in truth they do sleep on, Till they’re trapped by Morpheus And all hope of fleeing is long gone. THE END © Copyright 2023 Philip Roberts, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia |