I’m the creature of the night
I fill you with real fright
I live in the dark and gloom
Or in the corner of your room
I haunt the nooks in town
And make your comfort drown
In a rough sea of fear
That I may be lurking near
I’m the wild weird stranger
The hint of death and danger
The creeping horror in the mist
Truth be known, I don’t exist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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