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The lights come on at midnight
The fire's all ablaze
The twilight has come in
Like steam rolling in a haze
Silent doors creek as they close
By a different sight unseen
The wasps have all escaped
As the child's senses are keen
A shadowed mother, a drunken father
Comes for the child so dear
The demons have now opened
And the black man can now hear
"Do not go in that certain room,"
The black man says so kind
"Unless it is strange demons
That you want to find."