As the clock strikes three,
In the darkness of the night,
A frightful nightmare steals
Into my pair of sleepy eyes.
I’m walking in the forest
Stalked by animals wild.
Fear rises as they chase,
But I can’t run though I try.
And yet, against every odd,
I’m pushed into wakefulness,
And returned to this world
With a feeling of hopefulness.
Yes, hope is that brave knight
Who rides into all nightmares
Fighting valiantly against fright,
And rescuing people from scares.
And there is no well or storm
That can hinder his mission.
Be it a deep ocean or dark barn,
He defeats all ghastly villains.
And so, I go to bed each night
Unsure of what I may dream,
Yet, hoping to see the dawn’s light
Through the shivers and screams.
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