Once upon a midnight dreary
came a traveller, tired and weary
Took the room in nearest inn
and dreamt of creatures; claw and fin
A nightingale blessed him with song
yet he was not tired for long
For next to him, there lay something
with bloodshot eyes and firey wings
It roared and hissed and squacked at him
other creatures then flocked in
Winged arachnids, fish of flame
dreams, reality are same
Once upon a midnight dreary
came a traveller, tired and weary
Though his screaming filled the air
not a soul did even care
came a traveller, tired and weary
Took the room in nearest inn
and dreamt of creatures; claw and fin
A nightingale blessed him with song
yet he was not tired for long
For next to him, there lay something
with bloodshot eyes and firey wings
It roared and hissed and squacked at him
other creatures then flocked in
Winged arachnids, fish of flame
dreams, reality are same
Once upon a midnight dreary
came a traveller, tired and weary
Though his screaming filled the air
not a soul did even care
