Old dreads

Fear comes out of the dark.
Voices whisper slowly
When there is nothing around.
You are in your bed,
On your own,
With your eyes wide open.
The tick- tock of the clock
Echoes in the whole room.
Black ;
It is black everywhere.
Your head is full
Of nightmares and dreams
Fighting night after night.
Death comes into play
As the arbitrator of fate.
Dream and its army are defeated,
Nightmares are kings of the night.