With hooves barely touching the ground
She courses the night with a thundering sound
Weaving a trail of fiery light
As she moves through the shadows of the night
She travels the world from night to day
Delivering phantasms along her way
Patiently awaiting for you to retire
then filling your head with visions most dire
So if you hear a thundering you just might beware
As you never know when you're in the path of the Night Mare
Now I lay me here to sleep
And pray the dark won't be so deep
And may the night mare leave me be
Until she swims through all the seas
And counts all the stars up in the sky
And rides the moon so way up high
And if by then day does not begin
Lord, please make her do it all over again. Amen.
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