I am afraid of the
afraid of the shadows that it will bring.
I can not wait for mornings early light.
The dampness on the air gives me a fright.
Hearing all sorts of horrid creatures sing.
I am afraid of the
The moon overhead is a brilliant white.
Black waters seem to obscure everything.
I can not wait for mornings early light.
The shadows from the trees will hide my sight,
emotions will ride on the phoenix wing.
I am afraid of the
I am terrified of things that will bite.
Am mortified of a wolf like being.
I can not wait for mornings early light.
It seems this land has been sickened with blight.
Wish I could interrupt the demons' fling.
I am afraid of the
I can not wait for mornings early light.
