Nothing is regarded with more dread
Than that which we cannot see.
When all rational thought does flee,
Only phantom and nightmare are in its stead.
The stinging stench of night's terror
Permeates chill air and smoldering soul
Gone is your illusion of control,
Boasts of courage made in knowing error.
Embrace the things you so horridly fear.
Wear cloying dark as victory's mantle.
You will find the shade's aegis most ample,
Even when the direst predators draw near.
So much of the world exists beyond sight,
So one cannot rely on the eyes alone.
That shadow's bounty has already been sown,
Waiting to be reaped by those who walk the night.
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