Staining Fiend [Night's Bane]

Its cloak billowed with the essence of death, A chilling whisper, stealing my breath, I tried to run, but my stance became frozen, In the grasp of fear, my mind was chosen.

A nightmare of darkness, consuming my soul, It's scythe, a weapon far colder, I lifted my eyes, hoping to awake, From this terrifying dream, my spirit aches.

But the Fiend lingered, a relentless foe, A specter of doom, with nowhere to go, In the depths of my mind, it did reside, An engraved nightmare, I couldn't hide...