Darkness slowly creeping,
lost souls in the night.
While the world lies sleeping,
wishing to be quiet.

That little sound,
much louder in the dark!
A baying hound!
Hunting in the park?

Be still my jangling nerves
and quiet my beating heart.
Imagination only serves
to give my mind a start.

A tapping on the window.
Wind shrieking in the night.
The morning comes too slow!
Just wishing to be quiet.