Each night I think of those days I had fright.
Those days when fear had coursed through all my mind.
The sounds that were from beasts that ruled the night.
That came from all the spots the light won't find.
I heard the beasts the night I first arrived.
I thought that they were all of rampant thoughts.
And yet I thought still, I may not survive.
The creatures that had loved the grave onslaughts,
that man had done from battles lost and won.
Upon the knowledge of what the house had,
I knew that my only hope was to run.
Although I knew that they were very bad,
I ran until I thought I might escape,
and still in shadows I may see their shape.
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