Night Terror

Beasts that roam this place at night,
Lurking through shadows, out of light.
Take blood from those of weak and sick,
Promised eternity, though it's a trick.

And monsters pray on decaying flesh,
The minds of innocent, the young, the fresh.
In the black of night, of evil and lust
Under the bed, they turn to dust.

A small child wanders, under a sun,
So unaware, he's the chosen one.
His energy seeping, low across the plains,
Releasing said beasts, from ball and chain.

Deep carpet of green, the beasts they see,
Of grass and flowers, and honey bee.
The monsters they stop, turning up from their feast,
The scent of an enemy, the wicked beast.

Pure terror begins, the monsters attack,
Blood and flesh, as the beasts fight back.
The grass has vanished, the bee takes flight,
The sun has turned, as black as night.

The child screams, from the bed which he sleeps,
Visioning beasts, then monsters, awakes and weeps.
This memory he'll keep, buried deep within,
As nightmare will visit, tomorrow again.