The Clicker Clack Man

When the shadows loom right
At the darkest of night
And their fingers stretch long and thin,
 
Comes the Clicker Clack man
With a blade in his hands.
Do I dare to invite him in?
 
If I don’t, he will scream;
His sharp teeth, they will gleam;
The feast moon will turn dark and red,
 
And the stars will go hide
When he eats me alive
And my blood, around me, will spread.
 
If I do, I am lost
For I can’t pay the cost
When in he comes bearing a test;
 
It’s far better to win
Than to give him my skin
And to keep my soul in my breast.
 
He insists on the game
And my wager -- my name
With no choice, I play, and he cheats,
 
But I know my foe well,
I’m familiar with Hell
So I stall until dawn fills the streets
 
In this trap he is stuck
And I cling to my luck
With every keen throw of the dice
 
There is nothing to fear;
Precious daylight draws near.
He flees without claiming his price.
 
So please listen, my friend
When the night’s at its end
And the candles are burning low,
 
Comes the Clicker Clack man
And you best have a plan --
Defeat him, or end up below.