Is there anything as terrifying
As an irrational fear of the dark?
Is that truly where the monsters play
And the Demons leave their mark?
Not just a frightened child’s torment
Or a figment of wild imagination
Never ever can it be honestly said
That this dread is of minds creation
Age or gender is of no consequence
When referring to matters of dark oblivion
For the creatures of the blackened realm
Exist within or without absolute obsidian
Truth be told they are always there
Needing not the shadows to hide inside
Free to roam under a midnight sky
Yet uncompelled to be nighttime’s bride
What you must understand as wholly true
Is that what lurks in obscurity just out of sight
Is not only the horror of what cannot be seen
But also thrives alongside us in the light