Saturn Devouring One of His Children 1819-1823 by Francisco Goya

My children will overthrow me,

This is some bologna,

What can I do,

Except make them food.

That would be harsh and cruel,

But I make the rules,

They must die,

I'll eat them like I eat pie,

I'll start with their heads,

While they're in their beds,

Next I'll eat the arm,

That will be an alarm,

I wonder how they'll taste,

hopefully not like waste,

I have to get rid of them,

So I guess I'll have to eat them.

The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters 1798 by Francisco Goya

Unable to focus on my work,

I drift into a sea of restless thoughts.

As I sleep and dream

I am attacked by monsters of my imagination.

These creatures of the night

emerge from the darkness

and haunt me.

I try to awaken

as my fears take over my mind

but I continue to sleep

and think restless thoughts

as these creatures of the night

pursue me.

The Nightmare 1781 by Henry Fuseli

I lay and dream

of terror and it seems

that I will never awaken.

This demon that sits upon me

instills a fear that cannot mean

anything but that I will never be free.

I lay and dream

of death and I scream

in my head as I wish for forgiveness

from the lord as I slowly die 

but nobody knows the reason.

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