Nightmares In The Dream Realm Poem by David Lacey

I'm doing well with tales to tell
From not so distant lands
I've a soul to sell but don’t fancy hell
So I'll keep it in my hands.
Maybe I'll share a little but
Never with the devil that stirs
Nightmares in the dream realm,
Yet to keep you warm I would
Run the fires of hell, as Prometheus
Stealing fire from the Gods I would
Run, carrying the flames of the sun
To keep you warm from the cold.
But would you allow it or would
You strive into fire by your own accord?