Summer days and dark nights

It was a bright summer day,
And all the kids had gone out to play,
It was quiet in the house.
The breeze blew through the trees,
That were full of bright green leaves,
Dark and cold in the quiet house.
The children laughed and played tag,
The dogs barked and their tails wagged,
A creak in the dark and cold quiet house.
The ice cream man drove through the streets,
In that mid summer heat,
A growl echoed through the empty halls and rooms.
What joy the children exclaimed,
As they watched the puppet's play,
Down the dark halls a monster awaits.
The beautiful flowers,
Had such a radiating power,
Dark red eyes and a nasty snarl.
The sun was going down,
The children knew there was no more time to play around,
Quietly, it stalked down the hall.
There was no way to play at night,
For night was such a fright,
To the door the monster walked.
This town had a secret,
This town had a demon,
On the streets it hunts.
The children safely tucked into bed,
laid down their sweet heads,
A child running late.
A mother hung her head and cried,
For, she knew who baby will die,
The sun rising once more, the monster now returns.
The town begins to rise,
And a women still quietly cries,
The monster with his fill, now will wait.
It is a bright summer day,
And all the kids still go out to play.