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
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