A child crouches silently watching each shadow is a faceless enemy the moonbeams dare not approach a rustle in the leaves to the left the child does not move the trees wrap themselves with skeletal arms shivering on the night air the child shifts blood pooling somewhere in the distance a song is sung to the full moon lonely in the sky an owl hunts swooping through the trees the song whispers in the child's ears promise a brighter tomorrow the man on the television falls its glass shattering over the livingroom carpet where a wine stain remains from a night of laughter and pedicures on old ladys trying too hard to be young people wanting to be old and old people wanting to be young make the stars laugh at such foolishness and they whisper in the ears of children:
Fear not the darkness
Life ends with a tunnel
And a light
