The darkness will come, not a thing can be done.
The blue sky will fade, as will the sun.
And the moon and the stars will come out to play,
Though hardly a touch of light will they display.
With the darkness comes creatures, no adult can discribe,
In their pressence, children cower and grab covers to hide.
Nothing will stop them, not a thing can be done.
With the night comes the creatures that cower only from the sun.
They crawl under beds and hide behind doors
and, believe it or not, they can come through the floors.
Their eyes are plainly visable through the still of the night
and if you dare to peek above the covers, you'll get quite a fright.
For they crowd in by the dosens and wait for you to sleep
then calmly steal your soul and think it's their's to keep.