I don't like nightmares.
I don't care for how they make me feel.
But in my world, magic is real.
It's a force too great for humanity to wield...
And I don't want to fall asleep,
If darker beings await and weep.
I don't care to fight them off,
My soul is too tainted.
Part hard, part soft.
The Aether guides me through and through.
My spirit radiates with proof.
My aura brightens the darkest nights,
It lingers in those heated fights.
I dread being caught unawares,
By things that fester in despair.
For in that land of twisted dreams and screams,
There's no one there to care.