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.