Born, innocently enough,
In the full, clear light of day –
As simple mischiefs often are –
As sunset-shadows grew long,
It started to go a little bit wrong.
With dark-thoughts getting stronger
It got sinisterly wronger
So, when black night was longest,
Screams at their strongest
It reached dreadful-climax wrongest.
(My apologies to the grammar purists out there.)