Rituals of the Night

Mystique420

Sitting in the lamplight...
Outside my window
beckons the night.

So many things unseen or unheard,
to be frightened
is just absurd.

Alone in this modest dwelling,
you are safe...
The darkness so compelling.

By night you are told to stay in your home,
for during these dark hours,
things begin to roam.

You wonder what kind of things,
there's never been a hint of danger.
That old man's voice echos and rings.

Wouldn't it be lovely to go for a walk,
the old man's words intrude in your thought.
During the night things always stalk.

That old man is just a loon.
You look through the window into the sky,
there you see it, the full moon.

How could anyone be afraid of the night
you wonder
when the moon is so bright?

You make up your mind and decide to go,
just a simple stroll shall do.
You go to the door and realize the clouds are low.

They will soon cover the moon,
and the safety of the light...
That old man is just a loon.

Why be afraid?
You walk out the door and feel fine,
it was stupid to think that you would've stayed.

Your walk is calm and meandering,
you were right,
what could possibly be out on this beautiful night?

You realize the moon is now blanketed,
and frightfully you feel your pace quicken.
You can't fathom why.

You try to slow up,
but you only rush on.
Your pace is blistering now.
Your senses are ready and alert.
You suddenly stop, which shocks you because before you
were trying to do so with no avail.

That odd moment frightened you,
but it has passed and you are calming down.
Ahh, what a marvelous night.

How wonderful it would be if all nights were like this,
You would make walks such as this a ritual.