It comes at night
Terror grows in lack of light
Minds run rampant, compelled by fright
Of fear's omnipresent might
The hearts pounding rings in ears
You supress your precious tears
Unaware if it may hear
Giving life to all your fears
Oh so fragile is the mind
Of it's power we are blind
For it creates this fear of ours
Which comes to us in midnight hours
Trembling we will await
To what next it collates
Fear is a primal nature, raising hairs on skin, trembling you to the core, and making your mind and heart race. Our minds create our fears which only grow more powerful over the years.