Evil lurks after daylight dear.



Swirled world.


What shall we call this,

This creation?

A sunset.


It's wonderful,

Some could say,



Far from it dear,

Not even close,

It's the begining of something.


Of what?

I'll tell you dear.

The night,


A time of day,

When evil don't have to hide.

When it's free.


So survive.


I'll tell you.


Lock your doors,

Snuggle your bed,

Sleep 'til it's gone.


Then when Luna gives the message,

The sun will appear,

And something better comes out.



She's glorious,

And she saves.


Listen to what I tell you.

It's all true,

And if you don't believe me.


You'll regret it,


Of this.


Evil lurks after daylight dear.

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