The terrors of your subconscious mind, fills your slumber with fear.

How I wish I could hold you tight, and stop it make sleep dear.

My spells seem ineffective, shields trite, obtuse,
While spectors warp your vision as you hang from slumbers nuse.

With steely knife I cut the cord, and tell you you have control,

Hope you say the incatation, and sleep with clear soul.

My prayer is this my dear friend from above,

Sleep with a babies sleep and know that you are loved