In the dead of night
Again with
Cliches
No room for fear
But like water
In stormy weather it
Seeps
In
No! You cry in horror
A terror erupts
Deep in the
Dark
Wicked faces and twisted
Claws
Like shadows following
You home
A bump in the night
Of the night
To the night
Soon dawns birds will
Sing the world
Into waking
And slowly
You drift to
Peace
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