As a child we always wondered,

About the mysteries of night.

Of what our parents did with out us

And of the moons enchanting light.

And although it could be a time of fear

It was also filled with dreams

Of candy lands and magic

Happiness bursting at the seams.

But one girl was at her window

Her tears smeared the beauty of the moon

For although only a child herself

She discovered the horrors of night to soon

She learned of demons crawling

Masking themselves as young men

And who used magic potions

And words beautiful like a poets pen.

She learned to young that monsters weren’t ugly

And that even the devil could be beautiful too

That monsters didn’t grab our toes

And didn’t moan out boo.

Monsters where born from human lust

And enjoyed to watch childrens pain

To take away their innocence and hope

When they still had everything to gain.

She realised why parents protected her

From the mysteries of the night

Because the demons where as beautiful

As the moons enchanting light.