Nightmare

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Shadows shimmer on the wall,

as I close my eyes, afraid.

One by one, the night birds call,

piercing the silence like a blade.

The king of the night gets on his mare

and journeys the feeble minds,

giving them a needless scare.

Trapped in the tornado of trouble,

as the buildings crumble around me,

turning to useless rubble,

and as I keep struggling to get free,

the king of the night gets on his mare,

and journeys the dreadful darkness,

creating nightmares without a care...

creating nightmares without a care

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