By Flying John
Things with fangs come out to feed, when night's curtain ere doth fall.
Beastie things, with glowing eyes, that roar, and snarl and all.
Silence is the rule of night, 'cept snapping twigs and such.
For darkness hides the claws of death, that rip and tear and clutch.
Yes, none but fools dare venture out, when the world turns dark and cold.
For those who do, shall never return, no matter how brave or bold.
So say your prayers and go to bed, it will save your life and soul.
For those who do, are safe from harm, and live on to grow graciously old.