Night is the time of monsters
Night is when demons lurk
In sleep comes our greatest moments of peace
But also our worst nightmares
Our worst fears are free to wreck havoc
But, why do they come at night?
Is it because the sky is just as dark as them?
Is it because you can't see them? Only feel them?
Is it because of power?
Or a fear of light?
Or is it because the light brings its own pretenses?
The light contains monsters who pretend they're not
While the monsters of night have no need for masks
The light provides fuel for the dark's creatures
So that even silence and sleep contain no sanctuary
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My Book of Short Tales and Poems
RandomThis is a compilation of a bunch of the short stories and poems I have written. This will contain a variety of different genres of fiction and poetry.
