They are coming

They are coming in twos

Do not be afraid

Do not fall for their ruse

You could find me

You won’t be freed

In the night’s mare

My words you must heed

In shadows you fall

Don’t wait for their call

You won’t be saved

The shadow’s bend

They tend

They mend

They cry

You die

They wait in the corners

They bend the light to fight their needs

They all need food

They need to feed

You won’t be freed

They come for you

But I am here

To make sure you won’t fear

The ruse they show you

They will not come near

They to shall fear

Sleep peaceful

But to make sure

That they don’t have all the fun

Go peacefully into the dark

Do not run

I will make my mark

I am night’s mare

Sleep peaceful

… odd… I just tried to rhyme… but it makes a nut look sane…