He gently creeps
in the darkness
His step is
light in your hall
Blending with the
shadows
He comes to wreck
your all
He carries a
thin sharp blade
That loves to touch
necks of milk
Of merciless
gloom he's made
He lives to
stain your silk
He waits 'till everyone’s
gone
To draw your
bolts and chains
By the silver
light of a dawn
They’ll find you
with empty veins
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