Like a drum violently beaten,
The little child’s heart races rhythmlessly
The icy chill of fear runs down her spine
Because the big evil has returned

The night’s peaceful silence is disrupted
By the desperate screams of a weak voice that gets weaker,
By the faint cries for help that get fainter
As the night’s monster takes the form of an adult
And the hands that provided food and clothing during the day
Become the ones that at night take her happiness away

Just as it has happened before,
After many painful moments that felt like eternity,
Silence will again return to the night,
Mourning the loss of yet another bit of her childhood