Shadows of Night

A poem relating to a constant fear of darkness that never seems to change no matter circumstances.

The owl is softly hooing,
Its pinions swiftly cuing.
And with hints;
And with reverance;
To the darkness and the fright,
Of the ghastly shadows of the night.
Its perch is high;
Its eyes a bright;
'Tis fleeting with the sky,
'Tis fleeting with the ghastly shadows of the night.

And with the moon that's dimly lit,
Gloomily grim, twisted
And wicked thoughts of them,
I am still not at ease one timely bit.

Though some things never stop.
Like the dripping of the drop.