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.