A young lad drifted off into the night
Only to be plagued with a terrible a fright
A nightmare with gremlins and ghouls, what a ghastly sight
They taunted and chased him till the morning light
So he hatched a plan to foil their evil feats
He would create a dream catcher that simply couldn't be beat
It would suck up the nightmares before they could manifest
Maybe then he could finally get some rest
He grabbed spider silk and a voodoo charm
Surely this device would bring no harm
The tool was created with a rapid pace
When it was complete a look of triumph contorted his face
The sun began to set the moon rose with dread
Soon the catcher was strung up above his head
Yet again his mind began conjuring a malevolent thought
But his new tool would not allow for this fiendish plot
The dream catcher swallowed the twilight terror
That nights sleep could be no fairer
He soon realized his savior played a twisted trick
It guzzled both dreams and nightmares, the boy felt sick
He dethroned the catcher and placed it upon a pyre
It was set ablaze and promptly vanished in fire
If one wishes to doze with visions of fantasy and good stature
You must accept your night time torment and never construct a dream catcher
Great work!
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