Fear is what lies within the wonders

I fear the dark,

Though I don’t fear its thunders

I fear its mark.

The possibilities that cohere with trepidation

The things I see when the lights go out

The endless hours of cognition,

But i have no doubt.

The wonders urge me to discern.

For it’s not my concern,

They are fear—

Waiting near.

They whisper truths I shouldn’t know,

Then vanish into shadow’s breach

Their presence chills with silent woe,

Poised to lay their siege.