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DARKNESS

Quietly, I am watching from the corner of my bed,
Soon the fear starts pounding like a drum within my head,
The darkness grows to swallow me, the stars begin laugh,
I am without my weapons to fight this dreary, demonic wrath!

The moon turns his head away; of me he is ashamed,
The wind begins to mock me, my fears through him proclaimed,
My weary head has weakened and the tears begin to fall,

The night has not yet given up, the demons make their call!

The stars' hideous laughter and the moon's pale scarlet light,
The wind's crazed howl; they all taunt me in my fright,
The trees cuff at my window, rejoicing in my terror,
Nightmares start possessing dreams and turn night into horror!

Sweat runs slowly down my face and dampens my whole being,
I try to find a way to elude this nightmare I am seeing,
My heart has fallen to the floor and is beating there before me,
The demons loudly call and scream; no doubt they do abhor me!

Silently and to myself I say a hopeful prayer,
"O! Dear God, please rescue me! Protect me from my slayer!"
Slowly, oh, so slowly, I see the sun begin to rise,
The morning scares the night away right before my eyes.

The sunlight gently kisses me, I am touched so by its rays,
A little bird begins to sing; I know just what he says,
"Morning is here! Morning is here! Thank God the morn is here!
The nightmares have all crept away; there is nothing left to fear!"

The bird begins to fly away; I watch his beautiful wings,
Gone the evil of the night, gone the scary things!
Quietly, I fall asleep on the corner of my bed,
Soon the fear stops pounding, no more drum within my head.

(1991)

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