As faint a whisper
As still as a mouse
They lurk in the darkness
Perhaps in your house?
Whatís that? Did you see one?
You felt it go by.
Or maybe it was just a trick of the eye.
But look in the corner
And donít be surprised
If you see a shadow
A shadow with eyes!
Oh yes, thatís a Lampyre,
Who feeds on the light
Who gobbles up sunshine
And turns day to night.
They give you the shivers
These wisps of the night
These strange living shadows, with eyes glowing bright
But even a Lampyre must flee from the dawn
But theyíll return later, when we are all gone.
When we are at school or at work or at play
The Lampyres will come back on some other day.
To lurk in the dark cornersÖitís what they do best
Or maybe to come build a small Lampyre nest.
You donít want them nesting right under your bed.
You donít want them whispering under your head.
Or feel their eyes peering from somewhere below
Or feel their cold breath from your ankle to toe.
So open your curtains and let in the dawn!
And next thing you know, all those Lampyres are gone.