Coal Black, Were Death's Horses

Coal black, were death's horses, Pulling the hulking black cavern of death; Windows glinted, concealing their contents- Too frightened, unable to even draw breath. The carriage stalked me in dread nightly visions; Dreams of the nightmare I could not escape; Surrounded all sides by a thick, clutching fog, While caught up in that surreal landscape. How could a mere child summon up such a hearse- So perfect in every last detail it wore; And chasing me nightly, cross chasms of horror, Was the torment I silently, frightfully bore. The serious fear that my heart might give out; So violently pounding, each time I awoke, That I taught myself to repeat my own name, Until with normalcy, that nightmare I'd cloak Again and again I repeated my formula; The dream would retreat, to the edges of mind; Was the only escape to be had, from the nightmare; No reason for coming to me, I could find. It still returned, odd occasions, to test me; But I never forgot my victorious stand, And I knew that the rest of my life was no worry; I'd learned how to conquer my own hidden lands.