The Master Innovator

Last night too came the demon My sleeping face he held on stare Pierced eyelids and had me thrown To the darkest abyss of nightmare! He enjoys the way I shrink As he cruelly muddles my dream Makes a quicksand for me to sink Claps in glee at my woeful scream! He turns turbulent the serenest beach Rides me up the scariest cliff His stretched hands always out of reach The master that he is at mischief! The demon frequents my nights of late Himself going sleepless for the fun Innovating new terrors ‘neath blanket Conjuring fears where there's none!