First...the Dream is Born. Then...the Dream must be Borne. Enter the Dream-Bearer... NightMane's Horseman... NightBlackDawn... The NightMare. finding yourself flying... down the corridors of your own mind... into the Dark...into the Blackness... already...too deeply enmeshed... to attempt to resist....to try to escape... as the Wind...from the Wings of NightMane... touches your face....envelops your Soul. Lost now...you wander... Consumed by NightLust... Absorbed by the NightCore... Desperately longing... To Surrender To The Night.

I have done live hypnosis via My poetry many times and love it. The first time one of My poems entranced someone in My presence was extremely special to Me.