I traverse through the realm of sleep
Where night wakes and its mares leap
Where nocturnal prowlers wander
Looking in vain for a gander.
The nasty chill seeps into bones
Hums of insects blend into moans.
The poison river tiptoes on
Remaining black and foul till dawn.
Sinister echoes fill the air.
Dreadful, uncouth, ill is this lair.
Former flowers droop down in wilt
In this joyless planet of filth.
Gasp! I actually made sense 