Fear of the Dark

I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park

When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark.
-Fear of the Dark-Iron Maiden

At a quarter past midnight
as the obsidian black entombs me,
the clock is creeping
slowly toward the witching hour.

I wonder what else could be creaping,
at a quarter past midnight
as I gulp in fear and try to burrow
deeper beneath my comforter.

Ghostly forms wait in the moonlight,
how they caper, leap, and lunge
at a quarter past midnight.
They dance upon my bedroom floor.

I may be too old for this fear,
but the dark is a bit much.
I wish I had left the light on,
at a quarter past midnight.

I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park

When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark.
-Fear of the Dark-Iron Maiden