The inky cloak of blackness prevails
The terrors of the night unfold
The pillows mashed, the covers rolled
It never fails—
They gnash their teeth and scream and yell
Evil laughs for evil is bold
Evil is as evil does, and as it dares
And so ever rarely does evil fare thee well
And in the dim red eyes of the darkness
In existence since times before old
There is a word, a message, a glance,
A stare, a look; such an intimate dance.
It was long ago, when our hearts went cold
And long, long ago, did they
foretell
The message is lost now, and no one cares
But it is this, and I say it unto you.
The likes of you—and your kind—can all go straight to hell.