Look, over there
Over your shoulder
There he is
The beast grows closer
Carrying on
Around your head
Whispering things
Better left unsaid
He surrounds you,
In the corner
Long, sharp wings
And a nine-inch boner.
Your screams erupt and fade,
As your soul is torn from your body.
And your spirit burns to ashes
Nice 'n tidy.

You wake in your bed,
Seemingly safe
But you rise to see at the window
The escaping wraith...

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