Lay softly now and close your eyes,
slip into your pastel dream.
Soon it's time for us to meet,
when I shall change the theme.
For though I may not be the One,
that black nightmarish Devil.
I am instead the Devil's whore,
and in your fear I revel.
I'll take your pretty daytime thoughts,
the one's that banish dread.
And I will twist them cruelly,
like the screaming of the dead.
In the dreamy state of your quiet bed,
I'll watch you twist and turn.
Then I'll slip inside your mind,
you'll wish in Hell you'd burn!
Cold fire dance from my fingertips,
from my paralytic grip.
Inside you'll writhe in dark torment,
my hold will never slip.
It is getting light, must slip away,
see sweat on your white face.
I've worked my evil well this night,
tomorrow I'll up the pace.
I am no screaming banshee,
no chains are mine to rattle.
But you are weak and helpless,
and have no strength to battle.
So welcome to my nightmares,
I have you in deadly hold.
Kind sleep for you I will deny,
your skin goes deathly cold.
You are my toy, I play with you,
just one thing makes me cower.
I fear that you might realise,
you could kill me with your power.
My weakness is your strength,
but I am your nighttime lover.
Your torture is my pleasure,
don't make me seek another.
I take my leave; I wish that you
sleep well this stormy night.
But listen for my footstep,
I shall return at fade of light.