The dark.


Dark.

Even the word carries something heavy,
as if the letters were written in lead.
You have all right, to be scared of the dark.
After all, isn't that were the gargoyles
and goblins and trolls hide?

The creatures of the dark play evil games,
and sing wicked songs.
They pull children out of their beds,
and whisper vile things into their ear.
And when these kids scream out for their parents,
They simply tell them it was a bad dream,
that there is nothing there.

Little do they know, that when they close the door,
and the last shred of light is gone,
The monsters come out of hiding.

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