Night

It is night.

We fight back

with electric lights.

Yet It is there

waiting for us to slip up,

forget our blankets,

touch our toes to the floor.

"Make a mistake" It dares us.

It is evil, sinister, unholy.

It lives It's life

with a ravenous hunger that

can only be sated on our souls.

We know it and we are frightened.

So,when it is dark, we hold It back

with electric lights.

And when the lights go out,

we hope our blankets are

enough.