Dawn peeks it head out from under the covers of night And heads back to sleep before I know it. Terror waltzes across the horizon taunting me, "Here comes the night." Darkness creeps through my windows and down my walls, I swear it's looking for me like a wolf does prey. I can't run or hide from this impending doom, Here comes the night. Lights don't erase what prowls in pitch black, Bogeymen, beasts, slayers, or phantoms. They start to worm their way out when the light dims, Here comes the night. I'm dreadfully aware I can't stay awake until morn, But I think I'll go out of my mind before then. After that, it won't matter at all if someone says, "Here comes the night." © 2021 Loly Rinn Photo by Thomas Willmott on Unsplash
Here comes the night
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