Every writer has a poem or two in his past. It’s funny how
the theme in this is a theme I still deal with today. Tonight I offer you a
poem, tomorrow, perhaps, I will tell you of the inspirations behind it.
Creatures Of The Night
Within the shadows of the world
Hide creatures of the night
They come alive when darkness falls
But always out of sight
In older days when darkness ruled
And real knowledge was rare
They were a cause, or so it’s said,
Of both hope and despair
They got their strange unworldly might
From those who would believe
Belief created fearsome power
Both above and beneath
As mankind and its knowledge grew
The shadows then receded
And under reason’s blinding light
The wise men grew conceited
The people came to disbelieve
In creatures of the night
For how could something never seen
Be wielders of such might
And so sickened, and disbelieved
And blinded by the light
They withered under desert sun
The creatures of the night
And all of those that still survived
Prepared for final flight
But there is nowhere left to run
No Shelter from the light
Disproved belief, no longer real
Crushed by reason’s iron heel
Creatures of the night
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