Now that I am older,
not so young
as I used to be,
the songs that I
remember
are those
the monsters taught
me.
They sang from the
blackness
at the backs of
closets,
and the darkness
beneath my bed.
Unafraid,
my young heart harkened
to every word they
said.
The language of
shadows,
secrets of the night,
mysteries
of The Dark,
mysteries of Light.
For me
no truer tune ever
rang
than those dark
lullabies
the monsters sang.
And now that I’m
over,
as they say regarding
age,
that proverbial hill,
nothing much has
changed.
and I am still.
- R. Cody -
Deadicated to the monsters, of course,
and to The Spirit of Halloween!
