Midnight Warrior
I listen to the ticking that comes from the shadows
I stare at the red light puncturing the dark with its evil
I feel the soft hug that keeps me warm in the cold
I taste the peppermint mist that comes before a storm
I smell the breath of another being
Creeping closer with each moment
I fight the urge to move into the night
I stare at the glow until I can fight it no more
The Sandman has won probably forever and over again
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