There is so much to be wary of

When you wander out at dark.

The moon plays tricks

Of shadows, dancing and falling

Lightly over your stumbling frame

Mocking you, your every move.

It taunts you deeper

And always further into blackness

But it isn't like you can see,

So you don't mind. Blind,

You're tumbling now

Into darker, hazier patches of

What you thought was a

Moonlit night.