Boogeyman
When the moon sits high and the stars retire, And darkness weaves its silky attire, Silent as shadow, he tiptoes with glee, Felt in the darkness, his visage you’ll not see. With clawed fingers and eyes glowing bright, He mingles in dreams, a phantom of fright. But sleep tight, my dear, rest your weary head, As I guard your dreams and your fears I tread. For when morning arrives with its golden ray, The boogeyman vanishes, fading away.
When the moon sits high and the stars retire, And darkness weaves its silky attire, Silent as shadow, he tiptoes with glee, Felt in the darkness, his visage you’ll not see. With clawed fingers and eyes glowing bright, He mingles in dreams, a phantom of fright. But sleep tight, my dear, rest your weary head, As I guard your dreams and your fears I tread. For when morning arrives with its golden ray, The boogeyman vanishes, fading away.
When the moon sits high and the stars retire, And darkness weaves its silky attire, Silent as shadow, he tiptoes with glee, Felt in the darkness, his visage you’ll not see. With clawed fingers and eyes glowing bright, He mingles in dreams, a phantom of fright. But sleep tight, my dear, rest your weary head, As I guard your dreams and your fears I tread. For when morning arrives with its golden ray, The boogeyman vanishes, fading away.
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