Nightmares

What horrors creep inside our skulls.
During the darkness of our sleep?
What things do we not remember,
When we fall into the deep?

In restless motion, turning,
We fidget through our rest. 
As Mr. Nightmare comes calling,
As he invites his treasured guests. 

What terror sits on your pillowcase,
During the rising of the moon?
What drips into your head this night?
I guess we'll find out soon.