Sometime ‘round the midnight hour when the night seems surely dead,that time of night when thoughts are dark and children safe in bed.The moon doeth glow and stars do shine like a beacon to a stormall alone within the darkness I pray for it to be the morn’.Shadows do seep and stir creeping towards my bed,my eyes shut tight convincing myself it’s all inside my head. The temperature drops below freezing a voice whispers in my ear,“I’ve never been far away; I feed upon all your delicious fear.”Choking on a scream my eyes wide open in fright,the Shadow presses closer leaving no room to fight.Icy fingers on my skin trailing marks of red,terror smothering rationality; clinging to the bed.All alone with the Darkness forcing itself on me,paralysed in a living nightmare unable to even flee. “Come with me my Princess, to a grave which is not marked,forever in an Eternity were we will not be torn apart.”My resolve begins to waver and my heart is thumping strong,to be able to slip way in this Shadow no longer seems so wrong.“Take me from humanity; take me far from here,my Prince of Eternal Darkness take away my fear.”As his Shadow consumes me becomes one with my rotting Core, everything else melts away falling through the hollowed floor.“Come with me my Princess together we will rule the undead,Only I will leave your heart beating a rhythm, a rhythm inside your head.”Sometime ‘round the midnight hour when the night seems surely undead,that time of night when thoughts are dark and children aren’t safe in their bed.