Lying there on the floor,
I dare not dream some more,
For there came a noise,
Of an unearthly sound,
That felt like heavy breathing down my neck.

The fear growing inside me,
Held me to that accursed floor,
I wish I could have done something more.

Feeling braver I jumped into bed,
Turned off the lights,
And pulled the sheets over my head.

Lying there in my bed,
I felt as if I was dead,
I closed my eyes and fell asleep,
I never heard another peep.

0 rid me of this spoiled child,
Who won't cease from its endless play;
It refuses to unmold its clay.
My hate for it is more than mild.

This evil sorceress casts spells
On those who know her least of all.
She twists men's minds without a call;
My hate for her forever swells.