Visions of sugar plum fairies

May dance in your head

As for me I’m left with

Nightmarish dread

The time of sleep

Should not cause one to weep

Yet here I cry

Tears all over my bed

While the haunting calls of

The long lost dead

Mingle and echo outside my window

Their red eyes I do see

Staring back at me

From through the glass

I’m terrified they want

To put me in a trance

And turn me into one of them

Or worse still lure me out of my warm house

To eat my brain!

Oh I think I am going insane!

So I do only what I can

I hide my head under my pillow

Wishing for them to find another window

To haunt instead of mine