Throne of Nightmares

In a land where shadows whisper low,

Through corridors of fear, I wander slow,

Chasing echoes of the light I crave,

But every step I take, feels like a grave.

Darkness laughs, mocking my fight,

I search for dawn in the depths of night.

In this dream, I make my stand,

Bending reality with trembling hands,

From nightmare realms make dreams arise,

With a glance, I’ll conquer skies.

The good turned cruel, like a broken song,

Each twisted smile where I thought I belonged,

A castle looms, its towers steep and stark,

A throne awaits in this cold and dark.

I sit upon this empty seat,

A king of nightmares, bittersweet.

In this dream, I make my stand,

Bending reality with trembling hands,

From nightmare realms make dreams arise,

With a glance, I’ll conquer skies.

Awake, I’ll find the light once more,

In this realm of dreams, I'll write the score.