submitted by: The Stephenator
Night is silent, Night is cold,
Bad things happen at Night, so I'm told.
Run from it, Fear it, that's what they say.
Do what you want to, but just stay away.
What's going on here? What's all the chatter?
I look at their faces, how could they be sadder?
Like, "night stole their happiness", so they must say...
"If You do not listen, they'll take Yours away".
These creatures of the night, with death in their heels.
I've seen them in shadows, their Eyes give me
chills.
So what do we do, to keep them away?
I've done lots of thinking, and that's why I say...
"Be good to the night, when it's silent and cold.
Don't run from, or fear it, and Never grow old.
For youth has it's virtues, your soul it defends.
With each passing day, it's your Mind which will mend...
These memories of happiness, Stole by the night.
It fits them together, and makes them alright.
And these creatures you see, with their heels lined in Death,
Will run farther away, with each passing breath".
"And the fear that They feel, as they pass out of sight,
Will give YOU the strength... to welcome the night".
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