I'm scared of the night, The end of the day, the life, the light. I know I should revel in its beauty, the cloudless star-lit sky, River-lakes lit with eerie phantasms, Mist a cool kiss against my throat. Instead I run, terrified, into light so bright it blinds and tears away every feeling, until fear itself burns brighter than the sun in the day. - What would the child say? - To the monster that's scared of the dark?