And the monsters come out to play

As twilight drapes herself across the world like a velvet cloak over the shoulders of a lady

And the day drifts away

The squirrels go to sleep

The rabbits come out to play

So do the creatures

The ones without a name

The things that take sweet joy

In toying with whomever they please to

The dangers that lurk in the dark

The abominations in the black

Come in many forms.

~ by misskrizzm on October 16, 2012.