~*SHE*~
A robe of white and iv'ry skin

Disguise the darkness held within

A lovely face with deep blue eyes

It took him years to realize

That this fair maid, all clothed in white,

Was purest terror, borne from Night

No knives drew she, no sword from sheath

His soul she stole and led beneath

The waking world, and there they wait

As nightmares stream from Hells black gate.

His screaming gasp of realization;

Her awful laughs of exultation

The nightmares hunt him through his heart

Hounds of hell tear him apart

The maid in white watched from above

Her flowing robes now stained with blood

Imagined horrors, tormenting dreams

Should you sleep, beware her schemes

She is sweet, her manner beguiling

Always laughing, ever smiling

Yet once you fall into her hands You'll not return to waking lands.