As I lay me down to sleep

I prat the lord my soul to keep

Though the angles watch me through the night

I doubt I'll make the morning light.

As I lay in my cabin in the deep dark wood

Outside a shadowy figure hides behind its hood

Though as I remain mindless in my deep, deep slumber

I never thought I would go six feet under.

Crash, Clatter! Is all I hear

I wake up with haste to see what is near

I entre the kitchen and grab a knife

But then metal thrusts in me, taking my life.

All day now I rest in my tomb

Lying still, remaning in gloom

Untill that one time at nigt when the moon shines bright

I wake from death, to give all a fright.

-Chris Matico