Dark Night Master
It's a dark, dark night.
It makes a serious fright
Blackness everywhere,
It's a midnight scare.
You see nothing,
Only a scary something
It starts to creep,
You think you're asleep.
As soon as it begins to move,
You begin to lose it.
Coming closer faster,
You pray for your master.
Then is stops,
and flees.
You know your master is the key.
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