By Richard H. Fay
Darkness falls across
Both featureless fen
And shadowy wood.
Full moon shines over
Both desolate moor
And arable field.
Day gives way to night
As strange creatures stir
And raise a fell din —
Plodding ghoulies groan,
Soaring ghosties moan,
Roving beasties roar,
Roaming banshees wail,
Drifting spectres shriek,
Loping werewolves howl,
Traipsing goblins laugh,
And straying souls sigh.
With such dreadful frights,
With such ghastly sounds
To assail one’s ears,
The worst fear of all
Is none of those things.
The worst fear of all
Is of that unheard
Unheralded thing,
The silent unknown.
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