Take it out in the dead of night
when nothing shines not a light

Take it out and feel it's power
huddle over it, cower

Ghost yourself up the stairs
become the stuff of nightmares

Phantom footsteps across the landing
leave those inner voices commanding

Open the door just a crack
this is it now no turning back

Curtains, moonlight slanting through
his neck vulnerable, on full view

Feel it's weight in your hand
list your reasons, grains of sand

Looming over him not a breath
you're Hades himself, you are Death

Let it's weight lay on his neck
see it bead, the first crimson speck

If he wakes screaming with a fright
whisper in his ear, hush, its ok, goodnight

The End

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