Incarnations of My Greatest Terrors

When I was but a tiny boy
I believed in things unseen
Ghosts and Ghouls and scary things
That lived behind the closet door

They would take me if they could
Carry me into the wood
And make me into soup
Or maybe Pie


Somewhere near the age of 10
When I was strong like Super-man
I realized with some delight
The nature of my fears

Scary tales and make-believe
And simply shadows from the trees
For there were no real Demons
Under my bed/ Behind the closet door

Now that I am young again
21 - not quite a man
I fear them more
Than once before
When I was but a boy

The nature of the ghouls has changed
They only come here when it rains
To sit and share a coffee
or some lunch