while living among monsters
while living among monsters
in the quiet of a deep night as the monsters are resting
the time to forage and hunt glancing over the shoulders
never losing a sense of fright the hearts are expressing
silent arrows hard and blunt clattering on the boulders
noiselessly in the bright of day creeping under shadows
casting constant eyes fore aft left and right seeking fear
danger stalking being the prey huddling in the shallows
practicing the ancient craft to make all signs disappear
slow soft footfalls in disguise masked by wind and rain
secret burrows in the dank soil hold a promise of safety
giving prayers for no surprise yet the gods never explain
living within the rude and rank darkness grows weighty
the promise of paradise is waiting to be no longer afraid
every sacred soul is anticipating will the expectation fade