Black Cloak Of Night

A swirling black mist covers the moors
Seeping and weeping inside of the doors
Small cosy dwellings, so welcome and warm
Discourage the ghosts that outside do swarm

Shadows of dark and oppressive Black shapes
Cause a feeling of terror, and a trembling so awful it
brings pain in it's wake
Right down the spine, that you thought of so bold
Till your blood feels like ice and your very soul cold

The door-handle turns just a little you see
Then creaks and groans like a crone or banshee
As it swings fully open
You can't help but stare
Frozen in horror at what you see there

A large ghostly figure
All wispy and white
Swirling and whirling
A part of the night

But just as you feel you will fall down in a faint
A voice calls a greeting
A picture it paints
Of hope and of peace
Salvation and truce

There are no more ghosts and the mists are long gone
Full moon shining brightly
Like a beautiful sun
So big and yellow and must weigh a ton