Written by Silver/Silvershadowfly
Luring dreamers into Hell, he finds desires to ensnare.
Seducing his subject, controlling mind as matter,
spilling blood with tortured screams: he welcomes your nightmare.
Breaking – bones to build his pyre; consuming bodies in the flare,
he taunts the sleeper into disaster.
Luring dreamers into Hell, he finds memories to ensnare.
Memories to ensnare.
Blindly walking through fettered streets, Jack the Ripper calls ‘beware’.
Children cry as parents soothe, numbly awaiting the monster.
He spills their blood with tortured screams, bringing you ‘Elm-Street’ nightmare.
Promising each victim one last breath of air,
as he ticks their names from ‘Tarry Town’ against a register.
Luring dreamers into Hell; digging holes to ensnare.
Sleepy hollows to ensnare.
He grants one wish and deals cards of despair,
producing fears of ‘Lecter’ within the house of slaughter.
Spilling blood with tortured screams: he feeds you the nightmare.
Hannibal in your nightmare.
The dreamer pleads and speaks in prayer,
but no one escapes the demonic creator.
Luring dreamers into Hell, he finds desires to ensnare,
spilling blood with tortured screams: this is your nightmare.
[…] Spirit was written on behalf of Silver’s struggle with two recent losses in her close-knit family. The process of bereavement is personal to each individual, with each death taking months or years to accept. If you wish to see more of her poetry, be sure to check out Fudge and The Recurring Nightmare. […]