"Nightmare"
Shadows in the dark
Figures clutching to the tree's bark
Sounds howling in the night
Creatures killing their prey
Will all their might
Your standing here, all alone
Listening to the night's awful moans
Your body tingles with fear
Your soul releases a bewildering tear
Your eyes flitch back and forth
Looking for a burning torch
He steps out from behind the trees
And your mind says for you to flee
But your trapped in his web
Like a spider's butterfly soon to be dead
He grabs hold of you not planning to let go
You strike him with meaningful blows
You knock off the thing hiding his identity
But you are not ready for what you see
Because this is a man made up of space
For he is a mask without a face.