The Nightmare Poem

You think nightmares are real,

why thats not a joke.

Vampires and werewolves,

eat the occasional bloke.

At nighttime they strike,

when you are the weakest,

for they scare you till dawn,

leaving you looking the meekest.

But they can be stopped,

but by who you will ask?

Why that questions easy,

its that lad in the mask!

Come young man,

with your sword of light.

And when morning comes,

you will no longer fight.

For nightmares shall linger,

around till the dawn.

But at the touch of a finger,

they will all be gone...