Only the lonley knows nights mystery
Engulfed in the knowledge of whats not to
be
That sudden forboding that wraps like a
shroud
That piercing scream that you can't let out
loud
When all you can hear is the moonbeams
falling
Not another soul to be knocking or
calling
Night rides swiftly upon the black horse
And the bite from the darkness is stinging
and corse...
