Dang! it's night again
how will i sleep?
what visions will my soul employ?
The dread of the night
seems a fight of the night
enveloped with darkness,
couldn't tell left from right,
left man in total blindness
like i've lost my sight.

Oh nightfall!
you're my mortal enemy
born of no woman.
Oh nightfall you contradict a fairy tale for yours should be a scary tale.
you're like the dark subterraneous passage behind the castle of Otranto whose steps leads to a parish of day stars.

Oh nightfall!
You left me with a dark impression: scary shadows on the floor
strange writings on the wall,
human skulls hanging on trees with dark fluids dripping from its sockets,
weird indistinct chatter
precisely not humans,
chants of black magic
and the clank of more than mortal amour heard above as noise of werewolves sounds from a distant at the risen of full moon.

Oh nightfall!
I wish you begone in a twinkle
for thou hast invented an act of mockery at the expense of my fears
which my fragile soul hast blossomed into nightmares.
Why hast thou come?
for us to rest in peace?
or to rest'n' cease?
Hitherto,i've obtain thy visionary blessings which i held with prolong flexing.
For thou hast been possessed by vallians whom hast made thee an epitome of terror.
Whom hast made thee an irony of your true significance.

Shall i compare thee to the creepy ghost story feared by all men?
I pr'y thee for sleep,
charm not my imagination with thy rod of incantation for peace sake
Oh nighty night.
when asked bout you...
You're nighty!

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VICTOR EWAN