It calls it does again and again
Begging and pleading saying “Let me come in”
You feel it aproaching quickening its feet
Bringing death and disaster to all it does meet
Awake at midnight you feel it’s power
Have the urge to end your hour
A slip of the blade a drop of red
Breath does fade At last your dead
The sun rises and bids the day
Your parents open the door to wake
You from your slumber and then they see
Your bloodied form has gone to sleep