Through my closed window it comes
Unto my still bedside
While upon the waves of dreams
And slumber I do ride.
And though my sleep is deep and soft,
It’s talons are black and long,
And with them it doth pluck away
The note of sleep’s sweet song.
With claw and fang it rends apart
He flesh of my repose
And unto all the sleeping world
My dreams it doth expose.
It mends me back with a needle of fear
And a thread of nighmare silk
And then, when done, it doth return
Unto it’s horrid ilk.
And there I lie, cold and scared,
Quivering in the night
Until the rays of the morning sun
Release me from my plight.
Heed my words, for you know not
What this fell beast can do.
Mark me well, and guard thy dreams
Lest the Rag Man come to you!