Nearing midnight, can't you feel it?
Like a fast approaching cloud-
Fear, and death; and awful terror
Makes you want to scream aloud.
Something in the midnight darkness-
Wakes those atavistic fears-
You overcame your fear of darkness
Haven't felt like this for years.
Shadows dancing on the carport-
As the myrtle bends and waves,
In the breeze is reminiscent,
Shadows on the walls of caves.
Hear a siren in the distance-
Shrill and undulating wail-
Like the scream of some great hunter
Making feeble hearts to quail.
Nearing midnight! How I dread it-
Though I'd never tell a soul-
How the urbane veneer shatters-
And the terrors take control.