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Afraid of the night
Childhood is afraid
of the night, the thin hands
of malevolent ghosts. Youth is unafraid
of the night, with its host
of silver sheep in the land
of the moon.
Mid life is afraid
not of night, but the soon
coming dawn, upending
respite, its dreams of the past
where it hides from the future, not a friend.
Old age is afraid of the night
once again, of the one
with no light,
with no end.
Childhood is afraid
of the night, the thin hands
of malevolent ghosts. Youth is unafraid
of the night, with its host
of silver sheep in the land
of the moon.
Mid life is afraid
not of night, but the soon
coming dawn, upending
respite, its dreams of the past
where it hides from the future, not a friend.
Old age is afraid of the night
once again, of the one
with no light,
with no end.