Vicious intent,
haunts the night,
the verge of evil,
barely contained.

Veils raise,
shadows reach out,
clawed fingers grip,
the leathered hilt.

Moonlight glows,
reflected in polished steel,
danger incarnate,
walks free.

Suppressed diurnal,
contained in the light,
captured by society,
expectations bars.

Freedom to do,
anarchy of thought and deed,
lost to pleasantness,
creating mental strife.

It exists, a living thing,
the darkness infects us all,
simply waiting and probing the edges,
waiting to escape.