At the time of the darkest of nights,
When the crows cry in macabre delight,
The monster has me in it's sights.
I feel the chase,
A stalking figure,
Trying to catch me in it's embrace.
I am screaming,
I am feeling,
Alas, I wish 'twas but dreaming.
I experience this on every morrow of the day,
The anticipation of what will come this way,
What sudden screams I'll make.
In those darkest of nights, I can make no error,
For it is coming,
The night terror.