The Legend
What is this that lurks in the dark?
It creeps and crawls through your wall
And slithers silently down the hall.
What is this that avoids the light?
The deep dark fear sets in
As silent fingers trace your skin.
What is this that has no form?
You wake up with a frozen scream,
And hope it was merely a dream.
What is this that stalks at night?
But the feeling of being watched stays,
Even as you see the sun’s first rays.
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