A mournful cry off in the wild,
The children of the night I've heard people say.
Like the sorrowful call of a lonely child,
Lifting their voices at the end of the day.
The melancholy voices rise,
With the ascension of the full moon.
And in the dark you behold red eyes,
Out of the black and stygian gloom.
Don't be afraid, heed not the tales,
They're only wolves and nothing more.
Just keep walking though your legs may fail,
And your blood is frozen to the core.
Children of the night, the serenade,
Is all around, as you walk home.
As you walk up your driveway they seem to fade,
Yet the feeling is that you're not alone.
Open you door and go inside,
Just hit the light switch by the door.
Who knows what horror the darkness hides,
Just calm yourself as you've done before.
6/7/10 29 palms ca.