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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Night Terrors It sits hiding in the deep recesses of the mind, waiting in the dark for the moment when it can attack. Riding upon the winged beasts of the night, bringing horrors untold to those unaware of their intent. Asleep and unable to defend one’s self, night terrors attack. Seeking the young, the battered, the old, and the week, they breed and spread evil upon the world of the sleeping. Feeding upon the screams in the minds of the unwary, these demons of the mind grow to consume all that is peaceful and serene. Savage and without mercy they tear apart all semblance of peace, in the dreams of there sleeping victims. Riding the waves of the seas of our dreams as they are turned into unspeakable horrors of the mind, the dreamer finds themselves at the bottom of the sea of sleep. With visions and horrors beyond telling all that is innocent and pure in the mind is beyond them, as the screams in the night feed the horror that torments their sleep. Rest is futile as they thrash trying to throw off the demons that haunt their sleep never peaceful the night a thing of disembodied torment. They seek the death of sleep without dreams or flights of fancy, no children playing, no flowers blooming just the deep, dark, black, of a death like state. Writhing in the agony of the images that haunt them, the dreamers are unable to free themselves from the terror that taunts, when freedom is only an awakening away. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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