As the Day’s dust slowly settles
the Evening turns her back, on the Sun;
and you’ve yet to sing, the song Night’ll bring,
for the Day’s not really, quite done;

Somewhere, lurking in the shadows
with a watchful eye upon you,
lurks a demon ugly, the Dark Jzourahpaddee;
you’ll be his, before the Night is through !

There are no “tell-tale” clues, with these guys;
and you cannot “wish” them, away;
I’m afraid, my dear friend, to the “bitter end”,
it doesn't matter what you do, or say.

For vengeance is it’s motive,
and after our wishes, he’s ate,
he simply goes, free; because we can't see
and we'll blindly blame things on ol' Fate.

This demon stole the “Luck”, from my Life;
and, THAT wasn’t enough, so it seems
Though “they’d” prefer eat, on Hope shards, so sweet
they’re content, swallowing ALL of our dreams.