Starlight, Star bright
why do the monsters
come out at night?

Equal parts the product
of rampant inaction
and furious cynicism

Both omens and harbingers
of the tiding's
sudden illness

Their forms blot out what light
is left in the day
retrospection brings only fright

Tearing apart what is dear
time after time
until the kinder fate
is for me to
nip in the bud
any feeling of fondness
for a cold heart
is much less painful
then the gnashing of teeth
and tearing of their claws