The Night Host
Looking around I have a feeling of fright
Knowing in the end there will be death in the night
Spillways drip
Garbage's tip
In the alleys of utter darkness
Shrewd and rude
Crusty and crude
Are the spirits that lurk in the dark
Death is rapping
Gently tapping
Deep, deep into the dead poor soul
In the darkness they hear him scream
They are laughing; they know it is no dream
The spirits have awaken
And somebody has taken
The death in the night
You knew it would come
For it is dark and dreary
A little query
Alone in the blackness of night
You hear the shrill of a crow cry
Knowing his soul will die
I see his ghost
Now he is the host
Of death in the night
Back in the alleys
Where the stench of death is strong
You knew the rumors were not wrong
Looking around I have a feeling of fright
Knowing in the end there was death in the night
Copyright © Tammy Blakely | Year Posted 2007
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