The Sandman

The incredible trip into the world of nighmare-filled slumber

He paces all day and half the night
Waiting for his chance to strike
While all the day you are up and about
He's busy plotting what he shall soon carry out
Every single second that you are awake
More spells of sleep his henchmen make
And as the sky grows black and daylight thin
He strikes his pose and flashes his grin
Now with no light left in the skies
He begins his work to close the worlds eyes
He casts his spell and asleep you fall
Until you "awaken" in the pitch black hall
Frightened, you flee and run for your life
Running so fast, that you almost take flight
Then you slow to a stop for it's the end of the line
You try to deny but you know in your mind
There is no escape from this nightmarish land
Of the sleep inducer they call The Sandman