May 20, 2010
By Anonymous

The children laugh and play.
They run and sing all day.
Until the darkness it comes,
and wipes their smiles away.
They say there is a beastie,
But I know that there is none.
For the beastie is inside each one of them.
They deny any such knowledge,
But inside of them they fear,
That the words I speak are true.
It is I who only knew.

They turn upon another
As the fear inside them grows.
They lash out at each other,
And now each of them knows.
They deny the truth and put on masks.
They need to hide their identity.
They do things they wouldn't do,
If they hadn't hidden faces.
They brought about their doom,
Before the setting moon.

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