Spirits Of The Night

Spirits visit in the night 

Not because they loathe the light 

But that’s when our capacity for fright 

Is near its height 

To their delight 

So they’ll creep close in dim twilight 

To whet their devilish appetite 

Then wait for the darkest hour to alight 

And stage their harsh, soul-shaking rite 

Foul visions magnify the might 

Of the cutting barbs that they’ll recite 

Tormenting us with grim hindsight 

And disturbing thoughts too strong to fight 

Thus shocked and harrowed by this blight 

We’re left to question wrong from right 

And struggle with some bleak insight 

In the brooding hours post-midnight 

As the demons all retreat from sight 

Before the nearing dawn turns bright 

They hustle away before first light 

Their disruptive deeds done for the night 

But be forewarned, while the daybreak might 

Expedite the spirits’ flight 

They’re apt to return when the hour is right 

And disrupt your sleep with some new fright 

So, say your prayers and do what’s right 

Tuck yourself in and cover up tight 

And be with someone you love when you turn out the light 

I wish you all a peaceful night 

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