In the Still of the Night

In the still of the night when The moon is full, And the wind ponder The spirit gets busy rushing Fulfilling their commands, The crying and mourning drift Through the air In the still of the night when the Spirits of the night like to lurk Eerie, creepy the cries bellows Out, The blinds start to crack with peep Holds in place, Trying to see what making such a Fuss, Man curiosity never falters always Trying to see what’s good for the Gander is good for the goose getting Their neck caught in a crack.. In the still of the night when the Moon is full When the night spirits creep,creep, In the still of the night when the Moon is almost faded, And the darkness turn to black