Cold of the night

The cold of the night,
Fear takes flight,
Upon victims it'll fall,
It will consume all.

The moon shines bright,
In the cold of the night,
But gives no comfort,
To those engulfed in freight.

Demons of sorrow,
Will rise from the shadow,
With an increasing of fear,
There purpose is quite clear.

In the cold of the night,
They'll attack with great might,
Slowly you'll die,
And I'll watch you're soul fly.