It's not the dark
that we are afraid of,
but the light.
The way it dances,
throwing shadows
around,
betraying the eyes.
The dark
is an impossible
mirror,
reflecting unruly
animals,
an imposing imposter
of past disgrace.
It hungers to savour
the taste
of fear.
We don't fear
the dark.
The lonely walk
beside a park at night.
It's not the inky blackness
that gives a fright
but the shadows that sneak,
leaping around
behind every tree.
Distorting,
the already warped view of reality.
It's not the void that scares,
but the light reflecting
from eyes that glare.
It isn't the darkness
that inspires cold sweats,
makes us pick up the pace,
wishing to forget.
It's the shadow beast
out to chase.
It's the way
the moonlight glints
across the monstrous face.
Through the glistening fur,
it bristles,
that fearful embrace
as the beast sniffles,
Sensing the fear
that lingers there
and longing to taste.
The mist that sits
in the still cool air.
dsturbed atoms
dancing like burning embers of light
as they travel through the night.
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