Be careful roving in the pitch black,
You may not be alone,
There are things otherworldly within it,
Shadow given life,
The darklings,
Sunless imitations of men and women,
Never in focus,
But always staring,
Through intermittent ivory fireflies,
Hiding from your gas lamp,
They may mean no harm,
Be they ghosts or demons or fiction,
But when you can’t perceive their presence,
Their approach,
Would you take the chance?
