It occurred to me this evening

As I was driving on my way

Watching the leaves of fall and

The macabre decorations sway

All the things we’ve come to fear

The things that make us hide our eyes

All the monsters that we shy from

Are the phantom death in disguise

There’s those that now return from death

The skeletons and ghosts and zombies too

And those by rites that conquered death

The mummies and vampires true

The things that wait beyond the veil

Demons, eager to bring punishment

Even the monsters beneath our bed

Are death waiting where the shadows went

For what is death but a great unknown

A question waiting to be answered

And these monsters, but a wild guess

By us mortals quite enamored

So when you think of your Frankenstein

Your werewolf howling in the night

Remember that it’s a mere thought

Of that specter beyond our sight.