How does one fear the dark omnious night?
The dark moaning wins dancing in the grass,
Moonlight beams peeking around homes packed tight.
Fireflies like demon's eyes looking through glass.

Perhaps I look too deeply into fear.
Human fears are not my true obsession.
But you, my precious child i hold most dear,
When you scream I bask in your fears of us.

Your fears, so seet die to your potent love.
No matter which demon i send, you smile.
I turn to a quivering son; no love.
It's them i give chase to until they hide.

Son's, strenght will not defeat love that is true.
Dear sweet daughter, loving creatures are few.