The monsters I see are creatures of blinding light,

Cold anger and iced gaze that shines in the dark.

Because blackness is warmth,

All consuming silence when nothingness becomes a sound of its own.

There are many things untold in the dark,

Gentler monsters to behold, however.

Darkness is a comforting whisper in the black night,

The wonders hidden behind the starless sky

It is peace and fear, quiet screams

Drowned in the fury of daylight