Turn your head away

From the garish light of day

Abhore the bright light

Let your blackened soul take flight

Hear the whispers of the breeze

The shuffle of crisp leaves

Taste the sickly sweet fall air

Surround your mind with nightmares

As your kin and children sleep

Dark dreams will you reap

Your nocturnal eyes will not grow weary

Whilst others grow dim and dreary

for under the silver, crescent moon

The nighttime was made to assume

And overshadow your life

Full of suffering and stife

Walk with me, my tender child

Through the air, cool and mild

And allow the dark to consume you

As it did years ago to me too