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.
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