Monsters

What creeping terror rests deep in men’s hearts?

What burbling brook of corrosive tar thrives underneath the forest moon?

What ethereal secrets forever shadowed lurk in evil mists?

Forever the tide is surging out, concealing flesh-ripping monsters beneath.

Answers whisper wildly, how thorough and mortifying the fall—

Never loud enough, never swift enough, never potent enough to claw through,

O Praise to the light for this! Praise to the unknowable forces of salvation!

For whom reaches the soul-centripetal chaos?

May we never under this gentle moon

Ponder.