I am the ghost that haunts your dreams.
I am never what I seem.
I am the wind in the trees at night.
I induce your dreams with fright.
I am the monster under the bed.
I am all of your fear and dread.
I am the shadows in the dark.
I shoot for your head, barely missing my mark.
I am the ghoul underneath the stairs.
I am the breeze in the cool autumn air.
I am nothing, I am all.
I can rise and I can fall.
There is nothing I can't be;
There is nothing I cannot see.
For in this world filled with much evil and little good,
Why am I to hide when I’m so well understood?
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