Hail The Nightmare Poem by Alex Garr

Hail, hail to thee,
My nightmare,
Whom I fear
Even in the golden dawn.

Hail to the nightmare
That looks out from the darkened
Shadows
And makes ice of my blood.

We praise and glorify you,
Nightmare,
With your maw dripping darkness
And the reek of death drifting from your gullet.

I sing hymns to you,
Of you:
Offerings so that you will not
Pierce my mind with terrors.

Always lurking,
Omnipresent, infinite,
At the edge of awareness,
Waiting.

Hail the nightmare
For which I weep
In the blackness
Of my sleep.