Empty head of thoughts, full throttle late at night
Pitiful, pitiful, pitiful child awakening with tears
"Mom, I had a nightmare, what a sight!"
Shaking and trembling, unnerved, turning gears
Generously a comforting mother gives up her rest
Hopeful that this innocent little fledgling will sleep
He was always terrified, quivering at the best
"It's going to eat me, bloody pools, a monsters keep."
Shhing and patting, concerned at the frequent screams
Her misty eyes clouded with unhidden worry
Her only son, his past unknown, had no dreams
His smiles never lasted, always were swift in a hurry
A restless sleep will drift on his tired frame
Her heart beats thankfully, hoping this was alone
No other nightmares to hurt her boy, beasts' claim
Sweat working across his sheets, drenching moan(s)
