One, two, three,
The clock strikes twelve,
Four, five, six,
The pendulum swings to the left.

Seven, eight, nine,
I lurk as I do my deed,
Ten rings the bell,
Signalling for my retreat.

Darkness is slipping away,
Along with the time,
Dark creatures like me,
Disappear as bells chime.

Oh, what do you think,
The name given to me,
Bestowed by others,
Feared by thee?