As The Bright Sun Burns Out
As the bright sun burns out
The mysterious moon comes about;
As we rest our head is our soft warm bed
And we dream of dragons of Which we fled.
Everything is a dark cave blinding you from your surroundings
As you listen to the scary noises and poundings;
Creak goes the old decayed floorboards
Russell goes soft green the trees
as alongside the house Blose a nice subtle breeze.
The skittish animals run like race cars outside
To get away from prey in a safe place to hide.
Nighttime can be a scary place;
But if you look at it it's full of grace.
By Katie