Night Owl

Read like an open book A story still yet to tell
True she has seen many things But not this type of hell
The flame burns bright
And the shadows scream
Tormented by what can't be seen
But when she wakes and dawn comes along

She now hears the birds that still sing

"Nightmares will come and go as they please..
Steady like clockwork and with ease
but with each passing day
as you open your eyes