In the dark he flashes a mad smile
In the light, a solemn grin
In the dark, he shift those mad eyes on you
In the light, he barely makes eye contact
In the dark, you can hear his shrill screeching
In the light, you hear his timid whistle
In the dark, he feasts on human flesh and blood
In the light, he asks them out for lunch (for a sandwich)
In the dark, he is a demon
In the light, he is my father |