Who is cruel enough to prey upon the minds of human kind
And bring us the nightmares we have?
I've been told it's the boogey man under the bed
Or Queen Mab riding her carriage over our heads.
Regardless, it's cruel and I don't appreciate the fear.
Why must some of us fall asleep with the ever lingering thought in the back of our head that we're gonna wake up in a nervous sweat from a messed up dream?
The nightmares creep from the corners and we just don't feel safe.
Why must whomever causes them do this?
Is it the bed we sleep in?
Or the thoughts before?
Or stress from past events in our life?
Why us?
This is truly a cruel part of life...
Until the dream catcher is hung above our beds.
The elegant lace representing an ancient technique to fight off bad dreams.
The jingling wind chimes and their beautiful music fight off whomever brings us our nightmares every night.
The dream catcher is a hero, to people like us.

Author's note: as someone who both has had nightmares and has been listening to the song "Nightmare" by: Set It Off way too much, (XD) this poem is both from my own thoughts and the thoughts of Set It Off XD lol, hope you enjoyed.