The bumps and creaks you hear in the night,
Your parents tell you it's the wind,
But I know it's not.
It's the creatures below that hide from the light,
they steal your souls,
and never give them back.
You can beg and plead,
but they'll just watch you bleed,
And you scream for mercy,
They laugh at your discomfort.
You call them thieves,
they nod and agree,
They have no time to speak,
they have more souls to steal.
They sun chases away the moon,
The light chases away those creatures.
You are safe at last!- for now anyways.
Until the moon over powers the sky,
and All the lights goes out and dies.
You'll nestel under your covers so safe and proud,
But don't be alarmed if they take you from down under.
How should i know these "Thieves" you may ask?
I am one of them,
And i'm coming,
To steal your precious life.
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