ONE A.M.                                              


  When they come, they come in force, from 
  Somewhere,


  From everywhere they surround amd take 
  Whatever is found.


  These things that they are, never do you want 
  To meet,


  Their hearts are of black, you are nothing more 
   To them than can be used.


  There is no mercy shown when they lay their 
  Claws  Upon you,


  Lock your doors, you already know that every 
  Year At One A.M.


   On Halloween it is them who come from some 
  Place of mystery,


  Horrible to you but to them a feast on this 
  Night After The midnight hour.


  Hide as you do where they can not see as they 
  Will  not search for you,


   For the foolish, the ones who don't believe or 
   Don't Think it will happen again.


   At one A.M. if you are within sight, then on this 
  Night You will have no life.


         Keith Garrett