Fear of the night
On the last day the word created flesh
And in its madness flesh created fear
But flesh could not fear itself or fear alone
And so it created a fear of the night.
And flesh fears the creatures of night
Stealthy movements in the house alone
From red eyed beasts who seek your flesh
In the coldest night you sweat with fear.
And the slavering beast can smell your fear
It's only desire is to taste your flesh
The moon is hid 'tis darkest night
Unarmed, unsighted, and all alone
It knows you are alone, and tastes your fear
That beasts of night, will soon feed off your flesh.
Ryter Roethical
