In darkened hour midnight strike
Creeping upon a moonless night
Tiptoe shadows on the stair
No mortal being is aware
Of why this silence is so odd
Knows that this peace is mere facade
At night when no one is awake
Things that were shadow now find shape
A hesitant noise a single sound
In the imagination fear abounds
The echoed wailing winds cruel taunt
Turns any home into a haunt
A nightmare world only I can see
The glaring eyes, the clawing trees
The blackened clouds that race the sky
The power of the stormy night
A world of shadow built on fear
A paranoia that death is near
It builds and grows in mounting stress
Into a scream I cant suppress
And rips the darkness like a blade
And strings out curses long forbade
The terror, the terror! Flee! Run!
And Hide until the morning sun
Rises up to drive away
The darkness with a newborn day
And shivering, sobbing, there you will lie
Scolding yourself with a small sigh
Wondering what vision you had last night
To send you into such a fright
You will live in peace and without dread
Until once again the sun has set
When shadow overcomes the light
In darkened hour, midnight strike