| Faces In the Trees As I look into the night, dark and dreary, The images I see, so very eerie, And everyone around me sees The faces in the trees. I look out into the still night, And black eyes fill me deep with fright. And waves of fear roll in me like the seas, For gloomy faces in the trees. I shutter with fear at the sight, As the sound of silence speaks its might, And by them are made the hideous decrees, The evil faces in the trees. And what makes worse this plight Is that they smile with delight, And make threats through the breeze, The twisted faces in the trees. But I must be brave, So that some sleep I may save. Not as a coward who flees, I must face those faces in the trees. I rise up out of bed And clear the evil from my head, So I see the figures now with ease, Stupid, pathetic faces in the trees. For in the hills of Judson lies A dark and evil place. When looking upon the trees with right eyes One can clearly see a face. |