The Beast

murmurs in the darkness
master of the night
dying spark of freedom
lie down or learn to fight

gleaming ivory fangs
depthless ebony eyes
rising height of fear
empty blue of the skies

the smallest little children
huddle frightened in bed
visions of evil demons
running through little heads

cling to precious morals
or dance around the fire
in the end civilization
succumbed to dark desire

in the darkness of the night
the beast shall hunt the lands
the black blood of savagery
staining innocent hands

the brilliant cloak of order
with all its shining truth
becomes no match for evil
when we reach down to our roots

fight to keep sanity
in the fall of our world
no one sees the white light
as darkness starts to unfurl