The Drummer's Night

Silent night, shadows fall, whispering tales of that fateful call

It was a night, eerily still, when Jason's son, with unbending will

Decided to drum, beneath the moon, a beat so wild, a chilling tune

Nobody spoke, nobody dared, to tell him 'No,' to show they cared

His heartbeat thumped, his courage grew, on that dark night, so cold, so true

Let him play, let him roar, through the night on that haunted floor

Echoes of a kid with a drum, shadows dance, and spirits hum

That day remains, forever etched, in the realm of the undead, a perfect sketch

Of when silence met the storm, and the drums of death were born

In the darkness, a legend spun, of a boy who played till the break of dawn

His beats, a call to the night, a testament to fearless fight

Now every time the shadows creep, I remember that night, so deep

When Jason’s kid, with a drum in hand, played his tune across the land