INTO THE ARMS OF MORPHEUS

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