THE THIEF OF THE NIGHT written by J.Y. Frimpong, Geoff Teague, Eric Yaw and Kojo Poet
Of all the fears that he could have,
The very worst of dread,
The most heinous of imaginings,
Right there beneath his bed,
Was it only in his mind?
Or was reality what he saw?
The sweat was icy on his brow,
Fear ate at his core,
He knew this Thief of the Night,
Would steal what it was he had,
No earthly goods on his manifest,
It was souls both good and bad,
That the Thief was here to take,
And what had started as a shiver,
Now turned into a quake………..
The very worst of dread,
The most heinous of imaginings,
Right there beneath his bed,
Was it only in his mind?
Or was reality what he saw?
The sweat was icy on his brow,
Fear ate at his core,
He knew this Thief of the Night,
Would steal what it was he had,
No earthly goods on his manifest,
It was souls both good and bad,
That the Thief was here to take,
And what had started as a shiver,
Now turned into a quake………..
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