Night Preferred

As a child the darkness lure
A many monstrous gaze
Worry gripped my joints, be sure
And in my heart for days.

I walked then ran from beasts
Come chasing me for roast.
My bones the perfect size in feast,
My blood warmed fine for toasts.

Despite my fear, my love for night
Held steadfast as I grew.
Turn to candle for my light,
More beauty there I knew.

Familiar with the dusk of day
I loved the way it fell.
Night once again embracing me; lay
Without breath to tell.

In sleep I rarely found relief,
But still that I preferred
The only pleasant sweet belief
Through darkness I would endure.