Creatures of the night

This is a poem I wrote. The style is not as archaic if the poem is read aloud.

Creatures of the night

Who can say

That they're not scared 

By the creatures of the night,

Ones that lurk

just out of view

When we turn off the lights?

They're whispers from the shadows

And voices in the dark.

They cause the tears of widows

Who've forgotten they have no ark. 

Some might say

That they don't quake

and that they have no fright

Of monsters

That seem gone day

But hunt when out of sight.

The men that claim they have no fear

Have bravado seen by all

And at the claws of beasts so near

They are always the first to fall. 

I can't say

"My legs tremble"

And insist that it's not terror

The fear fills

From toes to nose

It pours out of the mirror.

Those to themselves lie

Pretend that they don't quake

and when by creatures die

I see their fearlessness is fake

We might say 

"Bring on the lights

Let's end our fears forever."

But we know

when they go out

trying to win was our fatal error. 

Death is not for us to hate

Far scarier things exist

like shadowded beasts that arrive late 

To give us deathfull cysts.