Of the night.

It starts with tapping on the walls

then spreads amongst the sheets

where the fabrics crawl

to where the princess sleeps

and in slumber she shall turn

while she makes sense of her dreams

and in time she will learn

all is not as it seems

so as the darkness spews

and the echoes snarl and bark

the night tells of its news

the revelations stark

that the girl will dream in vain

she'll never find her peace

for the blackness still remains

ill at ease beneath.

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