Gmork

I am dismay, despair and dread

I am the Nothing in your head

The herald of the grayest skies

The harbinger of your demise

A lurking shadow of a doubt

In thoughts you can't help think about

Conceived in death of all things good

To prey upon your childhood

And feast on unfulfilling dreams

Whilst hopelessness inside you teems

Granting me control of you

With powers that you never knew

Existed in all of creation

Not just your imagination

Withering away in time

Succumbing to your aging mind's

Loss for words of fantasy

Which never ends in my story

So who would dare so much as care

To turn the page and face me there