The midnight hour
Aptly dubbed the witching hour
Is what nightmares are made of
For you're always left alone
With yourself
To think those thoughts
Too frightening for daylight
That swirl around your mind
Thought after thought after thought

Tick-tok tick-tok tick-tok
That torturous hour drones on
Until the dawn
When at last the witching hour
Is no longer
Haunting and tormenting
The poor, afflicted thoughts of those caught
In that fateful midnight hour