Mar 24, 2016
Only me
As the night grows darker And fills itself with terror I have yet to feel such thing The howling of the wolves The whispers of the wind No man dares himself outside
And yet here I am They can scream all they want But frightened I will not be I will be many things Powerful, brave, gracious and smart
If no one stands up Then I shall be the one
The one who fights the darkness That no one seems to see
But only me.