When you look on as the sun sets for half a day
To do his bit for that other half of humanity
And hear mother in the other room say,
“See you dear”, as she goes out wearing her nocturnal face,
(Or perhaps washing off the one carefully reserved for you)
While you, as the demons of your creation come to life, brace
For your daily battle against the invisible monsters of the night,
You, a veteran now, I’m sure will fight;
And even as your specters petrify you to sculptured stone,
You will, from your plastic throne, keep them at bay;
And yet again survive alone for another day.