Bump In The Night
There is no fright,
Like a Bump in the Night,
One that makes your eyes pop open,
And a cold sweat appear on your skin.
One that tears through your mind,
That makes you fear,
All the bad possibilities,
That could happen here.
You rise out of bed,
To face this dread task,
You tiptoe quietly,
And wait to attack.
A creak of the floor,
The squeak of a door,
You open your door,
And hear even more.
You slip down the stairs,
And enter the hall,
Seeking an answer,
To this midnight call.
You hear a loud swear,
You open the door,
You see a steel knife,
And you live never more.
Your soul escapes,
To the Ethers it flies.
And as it flies,
The man in disguise,
Watches you die.
You soar on the winds,
Of un-earthly strength,
And mourn the departure,
Of a life so ill spent.
The intruder creeps up,
You cry out to warn,
But no one can hear,
And inside, you mourn.
Soon there will be,
More to fly,
On the Ethers that night,
Across the sky.
The noise that was heard,
Was a danger so great,
Your instinct was there,
But it came too late.
There was not just one Bump that night,
But four that were heard.
All were bad,
None were good.
