The Terribles Astound Me

The terribles astound me,
Their presence, oh so grandly,
Filling me with fear and dread,
As I lay alone in bed.

Their whispers, eerie and cold,
Make my blood run icy and old,
Their shadows dance upon my wall,
As I try to ignore their call.

But no matter how hard I try,
The terribles never say goodbye,
Their haunting presence always near,
Filling me with endless fear.

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