Darkness consumes the world

Like black wings unfurled

The cold shroud wraps my heart

And aloof, I stand apart.


The boogie man cometh, watch out

For he is here without you knowing

Too late to run, hide, or shout

By light of moon, dark crimson flowing.


Streaks of red fly ‘cross the room

Cries for help spell out your doom

Into the brink, do you delve

Deathly silence by stroke of twelve.


The light of dawn cannot save

What night has brought down to the grave

As shade retreats back from the sun

The day is here, the deed is done.


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