The last few
Drops of Daylight

Bleed into Night

Underneath the
Surface

The people are
Frightened

Little children,
Reliving dreams

Of a time where
Every shadow

Was a slavering
Beast,

And every sound
A creature

Ready to tear,
Maim, and Devour

In a heartbeat.

That child within
Us all never

Truly grows
Up.

We will always
Look upon the
World with

The eyes of a
Child.

As our body
Grows, our

Mind sits in

Suspended
Animation,

Frozen in
Time

In touch
With the 
Infinite

Expanse of
Nightmare.

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