Friends
By Kathryn Hunter


Are you afraid of the dark my friend?
Or just the things that go bump in the night,
Because slowly I'm awakening my friend,
Better get ready for the fight.

I wear the darkness closely my friend
but I can move in light just as well,
Nothing more than a shadow my friend,
And I'm about to raise some hell.

I've been quiet too long my friend,
So it's about time you heard my call,
The maybe you'll realise my friend,
That I'm not really your friend at all.