This is just a poem dedicated to children who are lost out there; who've been rejected or abandonded. It's for the runaways and for the children out there on the streets who have passed on. It just simply says they are around us they dwell within our spaces but only at night. I hope those who read this understands it and I hope you also enjoy it. I love it a lot and I just had to post it for all to see and just feel what I felt for those kids out there in the world who are all alone.

*NOTE I'VE ALREADY POSTED THIS ON MY FIRST WORLD, VAMPY WICKED WORLD, BUT SINCE IT IS A POEM THEN I FIND IT APPROPRIATE TO ALSO PUT IT UP AS THE FIRST ENTRY ON THIS WORLD.*

THE KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
LIVE ON THROUGH THE NIGHT
THEY CALL
THEY DON'T CRY
HEARING THE ICE BITE
THEY WALK
THEY DON'T CRAWL
STAND TALL
THEY DON'T SCARE
THEY FALL
THEY DON'T CHANGE
FEEL SILENCE NOT PAIN
THEY KEEP THE WITCHING HOUR
CONTAINING ALL ITS POWER
THEY LIVE ON
THROUGH THE NIGHT
ONLY SEEING THEIR EYES
THEY BLEED THE HOUR DRY
FOREVER ALL IN SPITE
THEY ARE THE UNTAMED
THEY ARE THE UNMANAGED
HEAR GHOST WHISPERS SINGING
THEIR SAD LULLABY
FOREVER INDEBTED HERE
THEY'LL NEVER DISAPPEAR

THE KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
THEY FALL
THEY FALL
THE KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR
THEY CALL
THEY CALL
THE KIDS OF THE WITCHING HOUR