The Darkness - © Tim Blake

The darkness falls upon the lands below

Shadows and hatred carried in tow.

The people lock their doors and frames

In fear of the darkness's games.

When the moon rises, all Hell draws near

With only few things in mind, my dear.

For blood! For flesh! For death and pain!

For all misery is what they wish to gain.

What vile demons do lurk in the night,

Quick child, we had better take flight.

From the evil and wicked, one who is unblessed,

The one whom we can only call, The Darkness.