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The whisperer in darkness silently condems
the peaceful nights of many men to a horrifying hell
Benightmared
The dark side of Morpheus revealed in arcane visions
He rocks the cradle of his father, where he once was born
'That night the Baron dreamt of many a wo;
And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form
Of witch, and demon, and large coffin-worm,
Were long benightmared...'
A shadow out of time falls upon the purest dreams
when Morpheus once again steals the scythe of dark-winged Hades
Exploiting superstitions to have hysteria
take over from the rational and kill the weak of hearts
Daemonic shimmerings appear on the surface of the pool
of the plane of dreams beyond time
