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 its lost souls, they take. When the vessals abandoned By bodies own hand, The life sparks 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] -------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Goa - 2005 Santosh Trophy Champions | | | | Support Soccer Activities at the grassroots in our villages | | Vacationing in Goa this year-end - Carry and distribute Soccer Balls | --------------------------------------------------------------------------