You come in the night with iron claws,

Grasping at an innocent life.

Staining the walls of the once colorful home grey

Sucking the joy away.

You haunt the little girl crying herself to sleep,

Pleading for her mother to come home.

Tainting her dreams black with a plague of nightmares

Stealing her hero away.

Lurking in the white walls

Seeping through the wires to consume the pure souls.

Loved ones gather round as they are crushed under your darkness

Drowning their heart in a bottomless ocean of grief.

You steal away so much time holding the cord controlling their lives.

Watching, listening as the seconds run out.

Breaking those who can not fight anymore.

Until they breathe their last breath of goodbye.

Coming in the night with Iron Claws.

Prowling in the eerily silent white Halls.

You grasp desperately to seize their glowing souls.

Till one warrior arrives. And finally, you are still.

Survivors we call them.

Once the warriors that struck true,

Battling their way away from you.

The returning heroes finally come home.

The little girl cries no more.

The love ones are lifted from your storm.

Color graces the walls once more

And blazing through the window is the Joy you once stole.