The Darkest Of Horror
Once on a wearisome night
I wiped my sleepy sight
It was at the darkest of horror
When mortals must have slept
When deathless must have crept
Then I eared a scary sound
Like a wounded lady crying
I stopped and paused to listen
I sighed and started the thinking...
I wiped my sleepy sight
It was at the darkest of horror
When mortals must have slept
When deathless must have crept
Then I eared a scary sound
Like a wounded lady crying
I stopped and paused to listen
I sighed and started the thinking...