Silent Knight

Some said he was sent by Morpheus, as the craven waking wight
Imbedded in the nefarious nightmares, as an unholy Silent Knight
Lurking benignly, on the periphery, but it's merely his masquerade
Evoked to ensnare death's dreamers, onto his sabre's razor blade
Nyctophilian ranger renounced the light, to become forever errant
The righteous path's forsaken, for his malice is impiously inherent
Kindred spirits gather all around him, in the catacomb of nihilence
Night hags duping sleepers, as the waking wight haunts in silence
In a dark paralysis of fear, the dreamer's subconscious is derailed
Gouged through the soul, they'll rest in peace, on a blade impaled
Heinous demons, soon fade, to reveal the craven antipode of light
The creeper reaper borne in dreaming, the nefarious Silent Knight