In the darkest of hearts dwell,
a dastardly demon, far from swell.
This Demon is ghastly, sly, and swift,
into insanity, you shall drift.
The beast's howl in the wind draws near,
for it's chanting, fear, fear, fear.
You cannot defeat this creature on the prowl,
unless you deny his thundering howl.
He makes you quiver, he makes you weep,
around the corner, he does creep.
But you must restrain that howl he's know for,
he is powerless, it's your turn to let out a roar.
Thunder out mightily, for now you can holler,
"I have no fear, for you are now smaller!"
For now that demon will shrivel up and die,
now he must find another heart to hide.
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