Vicious as dogs and as clever as owls
As fast as flames fanned furiously in fire
Soak up the blood with second hand towels
And then never say death was just a liar.
Now Isla says she will not sleep tonight
She said she had a dream that made her sad
I comfort her and say that it's alright
But outside ghosts and wind are blowing bad.
The storm it whispers tales of rabid dogs
Of howling monsters way out on the moors
Of children drowned and whimpering in bogs
Of keys in locks that open all the doors.
Well on some nights to dream is good and fun,
But not tonight, for nightmares have begun.
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