This is my homage to Neil and the Sandman series. It’s actually based on a dream I had before I read the series, but after I found the books, I realized how perfectly it fit to Mr. Gaiman’s description of Dream and Death. So, here it is! An oldie, but…well, it’s an oldie, anyway.
MOON-EYED MAN
The moon-eyed man speaks in mumbling tongues
Handling soft carapace-beads in his time-worn hands
The sliver in his eye makes his face turn down
Encrusted in his brow lies a thousand sands
Sliding through the world, like sepulchral silk
At a moment’s pace, death flits behind
Sending sympathetic glances to the corners of the Earth
He sees the world; his face is blind.
The moon-eyed man feels for all in plight,
Though help may come with dissonance
His tools are apt, his steps are light,
He blankets you in ignorance.
TWO NEUROTIC BITCHES 
Dude, there is not a rat in your closet. That I’ve found, anyway.
THEY’RE/IT’S IN THE WALLS. THEY ARE/IT IS SIMON, THE RAT COLLECTIVE.