You can always feel it coming,
In the hour after midnight,
Crawling, creeping, creaking,
Where darkness swallows light.

Hiding in the silence,
Like a shadow biding time,
Sliding, sneering, sneaking,
A mere shiver up your spine.

An ancient, eternal unknown,
Just a whisper of life apart,
Bleeding, breaking, blinding,
A thud of a panicked heart.

Icy breath upon your neck,
Cold fingers sear your skin,
Waiting, watching, wanting,
It craves the fear within