In the midnight's grip, where shadows sway,
Awakens a realm where terrors play.
Nightmares, with their haunting embrace,
Unveiling fears in a darkened space.
Through twisted corridors of the mind,
In slumber's realm, their power bind.
In echoes of dreams, they take their flight,
Unleashing chaos upon the night.
A phantom dance of restless fears,
Whispering secrets that no one hears.
They tiptoe through the veil of sleep,
Where secrets hide and memories seep.
Monsters emerge, fierce and wild,
Clawing at thoughts, tormenting the child.
Their wicked forms, grotesque and strange,
In nightmares' realm, they freely range.
But take heart, for nightmares will degrade,
In morning's light, their power fades.
For dreams of hope shall rise anew,
Banishing shadows, embracing the true.
So fear not the phantoms that darkness brings,
Within your spirit, resilience sings.
For nightmares, though potent, cannot prevail,
When courage emerges, their power shall fail.
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