NightMan

Written by: shane solomon

The dark crept with its black humor
Rallied at the little girls feet
Dared her to move by casting his shadow
Made of a witches broom and a boogeyman
He screamed at the trees and made the tremble
While she grabbed tighter her blanket
Said louder her prayers
That made the dark hiss and react
Moved his apparition under her bed
Then roun' to her closet
With his shady hands he triggers a sound almost like a creek
Lulled the chill bumps from her shoulders
Shut down the night-light
Making it dim and of no help
The black of night
Will laugh into the wolfs howl
Dominating the suns anticipated descend