The Nightmare Rises Poem by Vasto Grom

The strongest of my brothers is also the most hateful. He is named after the effect he has on others. They say he can not be real and that he is just a nightmare that stands before their waking eyes. And so we decided that that would be his name, Nightmare. Nightmare is the sole embodiment of all the hatred and loathing I hold for all life. His one purpose is to destroy all that lay before him. He feels nothing but the burning madness that is always growing inside of him. He doesn't care who stands before him, be it a man, woman, or child. He will break them all the same. Despite his appearance Nightmare's sheer and unyeilding hatred for all life gives him unimaginable strength and endurance. He will attack with anything in reach and if there are no weapons to be found he will use his bare hands. He will never stop attacking even if his body is broken he will never stop his relentless attack. Nightmare is my ace in the hole, my savage monster that hungers for the pain and blood of all that live.