Under the blue and black pin pricked sky
And the light of Moon
There laid two conversing souls
The first was called Nightmare
The second called Dream
While mankind anxiously waited for Dream
To pay them a visit in the middle of the night
They dreaded and feared Nightmare
Because to them, Nightmare was the angel that fell out of the sky
And fed upon their sleeping souls
Little did they know, the true evil was Moon
Not long ago, when darkness descended, many showed gratitude to the company of the Moon
However, Moon had enslaved Dream
To reap upon the open and trusting souls
And lead them to the depths of the night
And into the forever endless sky
Meanwhile, the true unaccepted hero was Nightmare.
He desperately tried to rouse each and every man captivated by casting a Nightmare
And waged a war against the moon
To release its grasp upon the souls ascending to the sky
And terminate its control on his fair beloved Dream
He fought night after night
For his counterpart and the misled souls
And though the most ungrateful of the two was the many saved souls
The safety of his precious treasure was enough for Nightmare
Because one night
The one who collapsed to his knees was Moon
And as the shackles dissipated from Dream
Moon, himself, ascended to the sky.
After that day, Moon, like the souls that he had stolen were forever lost to the sky
And though the stars represented the many wandering souls
Without deceiving man, the one who continued to comfort them was Dream.
And the one who occasionally displayed reality to them was Nightmare.
Above, the one who ironically guides them is Moon
But only because it's dark at night.
When the color of the sky lightens, it is no longer night
Then, Dream frolics with Nightmare
And forgets about souls and Moon.