Ouitside the window
at night
My imagination takes
flight
Every shadowy tree
Looks like a monster
Out to get me
A wolf's lonesome
cry
Sounds like a
banshee flying by
Behind every bush
Someone lurks
To snatch me away
To a land far awa
Every night I want
to scream
As an unexplained
coldness wants to chill me
I believe monsters
outside
Upon my flesh wish
to dine
Ouitside the window
at night
My imagination takes
flight
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