Prince of the Night

Upside down and by his feet He watches all through his black eyes. He likes to lay on beds of soft We hold our breath all underneath And know that breath means to die. He holds control on our minds He’d be friends with queen were It not for the dark. The smoothness of it is regal It’s melody, it finds our ears But toil with our eyes shut We go without prevail And know if we should breathe The nothingness’d be sure to care. All to do is close our eyes Hold our breath and shut our ears And ignore the trickling down our necks. We feel it not, but know it’s there Shriveled before the night of tomorrow It’s the bite of the prince of the air.