- by AC Lobos, Grade 11

There are things that roam in the darkness
In the bleak of midnight they run free and wild
None can see the bitter and empty hearts that they shelter
Free to witness the fear of all who approach their realm
Few can see them as they pass through a blanket of black
Darkness, their only friend

Shadowy ravens fly at the echo of their eerie laughter
Til the light of truth shows what was never there
Aid will never come to those who see it
For the memory will last till the curtain falls on man