The Moon
When the moon is full the creatures rise,
They snort and howl and are of gigantic size.
The night gives birth to the children of the moon,
In the night let the impending darkness loom.
On this night the mist is thick, the sky is bright,
The watchers wait just out of sight.
The stars are hiding behind the clouds,
Hiding from the chaos on the ground.
Behind the cover of the trees the creatures wait,
Watching through the eye of the beast, the creatures hate.
The creatures stalks the scent of prey,
The only refuge is the first sign of day.
The bloodlust rules the creature's mind,
Whose thoughts are the utmost unkind.
The prey is close and in imminent danger ahead,
For in the shadows the creature awaits,
For feeding time shall not be late.
The screams echo through the night,
As the creature administers the lethal bite.
The cries for help go unheeded,
The warning unheard, crimes repeated.
The moon sinks in the sky as dawn approaches,
The sun again eager to reclaim, encroaches.
The children of the moon again are free to roam,
Lying undetected again safe and at home.
The moon goes full circle and peace temporarily restored,
The night again safe and its people never bored.
Life goes on as it often does,
The children of the moon await its return.
As the night draws nearer, the creatures must burn.
The moon lies inconspicuous amongst the clouds,
Its beauty a mask and serenity unfound.
The warnings continue and the people ignore,
As this continues the death rates sore.
A continuous circle always repeating,
The evil prevails always beating.
The sun is great, with its protective warmth,
Now, we wait for the truth to come forth.
Who will stand for what is right,
Protect us from this evil night.
The moon is guilty but must be let be,
As I see it knowledge is the key.
In the light of the full moon the creatures remain,
They walk among us disguised and sane.
Who are these creatures of the night we seek,
We will never know for we are weak.
Darkness
When the sun gives way to the silent night,
Someone's nightmare, a child's fright.
The scary unknown, what may be lurking?
The closet, the bed, the boogeyman working.
Is it really the darkness we fear?
Why we feel we need to keep light near?
Is it not the unknown, that mystery, the history?
Of perils of the darkness we remember,
Prisoners of the day, dreading November.
Why it is the darkness is so depressing?
Why should it hold us from our ever pressing?
The endless possibilities that the darkness holds,
As many as child dreams that are so bold.
What really is lurking behind the mask of night?
What is being hidden behind our natural fright?
The night should be peaceful and enjoyed by all,
But held back by what we think we saw.
