He comes into my room and sprinkles his dust all around me
But before doing so, he makes sure I am fast asleep
He takes his hands and caresses my cheeks slowly
He takes his fingers and rubs my eyelids gently
He steps away to be able to see his work done from afar
He comes closer once again to make sure his work is done
He takes himself and grabs a hold of me tightly
I almost awake but before I come to, he is gone
He is the keeper of the night, the reaper of dreams
His work is modest; however, his scars linger onto me
He is never seen but his presence is felt within the dark
He soaks deep into my pores, he breathes into my air
I am no longer afraid, for he is my keeper, the Sandman.

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