The black misshapen branches
Bent forward to touch my head,
Then with their sharpened fingers
They carried me off towards the dead.
“You must pay me for your nightmares
Before I can take away your pain.
The payment is all that stands between you
And eternal shame.
The bodies are still bleeding
Their stories as yet cannot be told,
But I promised only to keep them
Until you were too old.
I have come to collect my payment.
I have been waiting since that first day
I’ll accept nothing but your soul
Or I’ll let the nightmares carry you away.”
The eerie branches closed around me
To form a prison cell.
Then I heard my nightmares calling
Amidst the echoing screams of hell.
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