Have you ever feared the blowing wind
And the shadows of the night;
Or felt the eerie tingling chill
Of a specter by your side.
In the darkness of these empty streets
I have heard the spirit screams,
just echoes of a lonely life
deep in the world of dreams.
They gave it all to gain the world,
to claim it for their own,
these selfish little impish souls
to whom the night belongs.
Cast down by love they never knew,
they search for Peace and Light;
only to find emptiness —
in the shadows of the night.
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