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Comes your way this wicked something. Beware Of the Banshee wails seeping into dreams. Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer. An effigy looms overhead take care. In the distance a requiem doth scream. Comes your way this wicked something, beware. From deep slumber you awake with a scare, Colour fades as ice moves through your bloodstream. Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer. Sound is lost upon your lips, naught but air, Movement is but a fading sunlight’s gleam. Comes your way this wicked something, beware. Tracing your face with its bony finger, You see soulless eyes bathed in blaspheme. Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer. A storm busts through the closed window with flair And with the flicker of the candle he Comes your way, this wicked something, beware. Eyes closed and with calming breath, say a prayer.