The Kingdom of Night

Sleep now, my child. 

For when you wake, 

You shall remember 

None of the dreams 

That haunted you

While you lived. 

The night King comes 

For us all, and brings 

Great moments 

Of unmemorable sorrow.

Sleep now, my child. 

For when you depart

This house of horrors

To your mind full of fantasies

To die as you please 

No more at the behest 

Of a latent hunger 

That stranger's concoction 

Of fear and loathing 

And what you might see 

While the moon burns not 

But a living reflection of 

The poison coursing 

Through your very skull. 

So, sleep, my child. 

The night king awaits

To take you into his hall 

Of unmemorable memories

Where you could a face 

Off the ancient gallery 

And be whoever you pleased 

The skin that is dying 

And the mind that is bleeding 

Is what they want, my child. 

They who are benevolent in death 

But will burn you every moment 

That you are living.

They want your happiness, my dear. 

They want to stroke your neck 

With the fiery fingers of flame. 

Until a burn leaves no trace 

And your scars are tattoos. 

So watch from your shadow, my child. 

Become the masks

Become all of them. 

Wait with stealth until 

The fire's fear is but a glaze in your eyes. 

And your fingers turn blue 

Upon your slender throat. 

Wait until you have devoured the death 

Wait until you are not weary of doom

But embrace it like a good friend 

Every night, when your heart stops. 

Sleep now, my child. 

The kingdom of night awaits. 

He is smiling. 

~Damien