The Terror of the Night The moon shines bright on the lake tonight. Nearly full, Yet shrinking; An orange blood moon hanging there swinging, Can't you hear the coyotes singing? The stars keep them company in the heavens, Lending forth their gentle twinkling light, Yet there are some who still fear this kingdom; Night. Darkness hems you in at every side, You hear the wildness cry. Your blood freezes in your veins, Pooling in your feet. You cannot move, You fear to cry; Paralysis has taken over. What's that hiding in the shadows? Why do they move and dance? What kind of creatures lurk just beyond your glance? Some being unfit for the light of day? No, Tis just the pup to bid you goodnight, And the fireflies to light your way as the frogs’ croak to you their lullabies. The leaves clinging to their trees sway their “sweet dreams” with the night-wind, And I promise you many other things you could learn to call friend; Because what we fear in the darkness isn't a monster, Or the creatures lurking there, But rather simply the unknown.
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