In the dark
There are shadows
It is why our ancestors gathered
By a fire
Those dark shapes are created by ones mind
Unless they are of
The living kind
Just behind you
Moves a form
In the corner of your vision
Look..
and it moves no more
You and your imagination
And yet you can hear a slight
Breath,
a gentle breeze
It's why we should huddle
Together at night
For shapeless horrors
like these.