Jenny Bevan

Rookie (9 April 1992 / Neath)

Fear Of Night

They hunt you in the dead of night
Always searching never resting
With their voices cruel and chilling
They scream, 'I will get you! ' as they fly.
Far across the darkness, you see their shadows,
Moving closer, closer still
There is no way out
No place to hide, no comfort anywhere
From their hands bruised and bleeding

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