Neath shuttered lids weighted in grief,

Invective specters lay waste all peace.

Gnarled by cruelty their intent belies,

Haunted offerings from more gentler times.

Tormentors of conscious vie nocturnal drift,

Messengers of horror through insomniac mist.

Alchemy potions consumed in great haste,

Reward absolute nothingness an eternal state.

Euphoric day breaks against primordial fright,

Sanity reprieved until the morrow’s night.