Into the dark
the night
this is my favorite time of day
in the cover of dark
like a cloak around me
it hides me from the eye

the shadow of the trees
the wind wiping my face
the coyotes howling at the moon

the moon
the best thing in this night
full
light
peaceful

I can hear the soft footfalls of dear
the creek in the trees
this is my night
my night to
live
laugh

my senses
keen
sharp
I smell the moist moss
earthy
wild

I get up
I run
into the dark of my night to live
this is my night of forever
until the rising sun calls me
out of the night
Into the light.

We are the monsters,
We try to tell ourselves that we are not, but we are.
We destroy, we take, we want.
We are made of greed and anger and lust.
But we are mostly hate.
We are truly the monsters.