The Sun has his rays cast upon the day placing light to those
Who try to escape or run a way.
His presence maintains the world by shedding vision within these
hours, most evil remains still until the time when his warmth
No longer speaks of power. Darkness lurks the sky only the light
from the moon will glow, the demons begin to awake from the sense
Of fear that feeds from the weak's bowl. Shadows tend to outline
our spirit for others to see when light and darkness begin to
mix. Never did I see an image one from the light casting off your
Spirit to the shadows screaming to be fixed. The color of numb to
The core of the heart paints it in gray. Those demons called to
You tonight sensing your fear no one word did you have to say.
Death to the creature who invades your mind trolling your fears
As if he was the keeper. The light can cast down on those who
Elect to hide by the night the ones we call the dream reaper.