Creature of the NIGHT
By Ginger
The night it creeps into our bones,as we sit in our homes alone.the howls are outside our walls,and the moaning wind is night times call.creatures appear when all is dark,it strikes such fear into our hearts.people of all age and size,cower when they hear the beasts cry.it hunts and stalks without remorse,each night the killing does get worse.we sit at home and hide our eyes,as dread surrounds us from all sides.and the beast it rips and tears,increasing our worry and our fear.it takes us from our beds and lives,it uses claws and teeth like knives.the mangled victims are always found,mouths open and hands bound.the sun rises aound the bend,and someone else has met a horrid end.then the moon does rise,the air is filled with darkness, lies.the howling of the beast returns,rage in its eyes does burn.do not wander when the sun is done,or you may just be the next one........ Written October 24th, 2001 © on Oct 24 2001 09:29 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"The night it creeps into our bones,as we sit in our homes alone.the howls are outside our walls,and the moaning wind is night times call.creatures appear when all is dark,it strikes such fear into our hearts.people of all age and size,cower when they hear the beasts cry.it hunts and stalks without remorse,each night the killing does get worse.we sit at home and hide our eyes,as dread surrounds us from all sides.and the beast it rips and tears,increasing our worry and our fear.it takes us from our beds and lives,it uses claws and teeth like knives.the mangled victims are always found,mouths open and hands bound.the sun rises aound the bend,and someone else has met a horrid end.then the moon does rise,the air is filled with darkness, lies.the howling of the beast returns,rage in its eyes does burn.do not wander when the sun is done,or you may just be the next one..........."