The Dark Poet

A man, he see's his nightmares,
Distorted views of reality,
they plague him, seeking release, he has no outlet, no drain,
What to do? What to do?
These visions, these dreams,
they torment him, harass him.
The relief he gets, thats why he does
what he does, for an outlet.
With them written on the lives,
of the trees, what will happen to them?
Slip into oblivion? Probably best.
Horrible memories, terribly vices,
they find him, seek him, destroy him.
He must warn the others, before ...
Soon it will be to late for the others,
the vices, they drag them down,
he must warn them! About the malice
that is contained therein.
Hark to the Dark Poet,
and his words of terror.