over my shoulders i throw a soft quilt
and watch as the flowers begin to wilt.
over the hills and far away,
nightfall- the vampires out to play.
treacherous is the forest at night-
unless you're the one who's willing to fight.
the monsters crawl and and creep all night,
no one there to shed a light.
zombies- they walk and stalk,
while wolves prefer to howl and bark.
these mythics aren't lonely here-
we have greater things to fear
most fear the creatures under your bed-
the strongest lie in our heads.
