A white tigers all-prowling for their prey
Hungry as they can be
It is nighttime shadows of the dark
When evil comes out
The witches are making their positions
To match their emotions
The moutons are snowed
As lovers unrolled
The midnight moon
Is pondering many effects
It’s the life you choose to live
That will save you from the dark
Not to make its mark
Evil rolls around all the thunder of the night
But not making a sound to the fight
This world we live in is deeply untold
We choose how we want to be
Through this life
But you got to protect your self from the evil at night
( I dont know if this poem belongs here or not if it belongs somewhere else please tell me and thanks and I would love to think what you think)