The domination of a
Million beasts, baked in the
Old cold reality of night.
Fuel for our terrors, the harshest
Of ancient mammal-memory dreams
When we cannot do more than run
And hide. Those deceitful stalking
Shadow-beasts plague every sight
And sound, reverted or revitalized into
New nightmares that only the worst of us
The cruel imagination of a developing
Nation-species called Human by the fools,
Turned to self-destruction when 'our' Sun
Saviour sinks below
A prestigious horizon,
The bright red beams
Herald of our impending
Fended off through the power
Circuits of a generation, we
Feed it's power with our petty
Tricks and trials.
When the lights go out, everything
Is instantly undone, unmanned and unmade.
Dark-held destruction is just a switch away.
(C) Sam Webster 2011