In The Chill Of The Night
   
   
  In the chill of the night,
Where the cold, meets the dark,
In those quiet little corners
They wait.

Unseen by day,
Glimpsed only by night
They hide,
For it’s lost souls, they take.

When the vessal’s abandoned
By bodies own hand,
The life spark’s extinguished
Too soon.

They come as if called,
To ensnare and enslave
Lost souls,
By the light of the moon.

No moaning or groaning
To give them away,
So silent and smooth
Their attack.

Just where they take them
Nobody knows,
For no one has ever,
Come back..

So in the chill of the night,
If you see something move,
In the shadows,
At the edge of your vision.

Be very afraid,
After all, it might be
Your soul,
They enslave and imprison.      


       
  Regards
  @llwayskevin
  [EMAIL PROTECTED]


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