The Night Poem by Amber Tiger

Nightmare upon nightmare of things to come
And those frightening memories of the past
The dream of the flowers rarely to surface
And when it does it never lasts
The creature of the night looks upon you
As it creates ways to make you hurt more
The angel of promise forever surrendering
To the darkness with torture in store
You start to wonder if the two are not one
Maybe the angel is only a dream
Realizing now that no matter how hard you look
Nothing will appear as it seems
Darkness here now, nigtmares to come
As you give into the lonely night
No more pain or tears of blood
As you surrender to the hands of fright