In the deadest parts of night,
When all should be a sleep,
Fear; it wanders left and right;
As a faun from the deep.
He's filled with evil magic;
Which call to all that sleep:
"The children in the attic
No longer do they creep."
The children who never sleep,
Toss and turn as they plea
While he pulls them in, knee deep,
To the dark depths beneath.
A nightmare to all who hear
The call of his own life:
"Sleepless children disappear,
Live forever in strife."
written by Evelyn Creon
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