Through the dead of night,

Past the forest and hills,

All mannor of creatures crawl,

Ready to haunt the dreams

And trouble the mind of

The women who lies alone.

She tosses, turns and cries

But is met with silence

And creatures creeping slowly forward

To trap and snare her

And tear apart from her

A mind made fragile before.

Creatures tangle in her mind

There forever, to haunt her

There forever, to remind her.