Ephemeral Nightmares
Beneath the shroud of twilight's descent, Where the echoes of fear and dreams are lent. Ephemeral nightmares, in shadows they bloom, A dance with darkness, a foreboding loom.
Moonlight weaves tales, both haunting and dire, As whispers of phantoms set the soul afire. In the garden of shadows, where nightmares breed, Ephemeral visions take root and feed.
Silent specters wander through the mind, A spectral ballet, surreal and confined. Ephemeral nightmares, elusive and sly, In the depths of terror, they multiply.
Crimson hues paint the canvas of night, A symphony of horrors, a chilling sight. Through the tapestry of the mind, they weave, Ephemeral nightmares, impossible to leave.
As the clock ticks in the realm of the unreal, Phantasmal whispers the heart can feel. Ephemeral nightmares, a transient plight, In the theater of darkness, they take flight.