The King of Nightmares —by The Wandering Bard So you wanted to see me did you? Open your eyes and look at yourself I am older than time and younger than a newborn The eternity I was spawned, Hell did not yet burn And the Lake of Fire was just a Puddle of Pain But even then I knew that on this day you would come   A welcome to Hell simply won’t do For Hell is as calm as a book shelf And as comfortable as a pair of shoes that are well worn In my lair the true meaning of darkness you will learn I am the one who made Lucifer so vain And even He, to ME, a dark homage must pay   I love night but can live in light too I am immortality itself Vampires roam the night and look at death with scorn But to my Chalice of Dread they must always return I feed on the fear brought forth as life’s blood they drain But I still live while in endless slumber they lay I am the King of Nightmares, old and new Terror’s my fairy — fear is my elf I’m worst than the devil and I need not wear a horn Wealth is my bait with more power than you could e’er earn When my hunger’s not met, tears will flow like the rain Your soul I will steal and your spirit I will slay   I honor no oath, hold no allegiance or creed Those who lust for dark prestige call me Greed Copyright © 1998 Daryl L. Chambers, Jr., "The Wandering Bard." Page last updated 6 May 2006 Background by D. Chambers, Jr. Copyright © 1998 Ireland's OWN Logo by Míchealín Daugherty Copyright © 2006 Ireland's OWN. All Rights Reserved.