Crazy and angry

Monsters coming down from the hill

Little and scared

You're a boy hiding under the bed

No fear's ever fully gone

The curtains closed and shadows rose

Dancing under the storm like fingers reaching

The dead searching for a shelter with the living


It's for the uncontrolled

The quiet scream of ghosts

They're in distress, spreading horror


The storm growing strong

Suppressing their calls

We lock our doors

Close the windows

Our candlelight in the dark

Our only anchor

Keeps us in the light, keeps us alive

Our warmth

Drives away the cold

And our prayers

Become the silencer

Silence them all

All the lost souls

Until dawn

Until tomorrow comes

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