In contrast to my childhood fears,

My serenity rests in the dark—

I find solace amidst blind windows.

In the depths of the pitch-black ambience,

The minuscule are cloaked

From existential thoughts—

When horror devours the night

With its dentition of nightmares,

The moonlight warns the vampires

Of the sun’s timely arrival.

So, I rest in the belly of the dark

Murmuring the heaven’s anthem

With Psalms beneath my tongue.

I’m a host to celestial bodies,

Like the night sky to the stars—

I glow from the moon’s radiation.

I call nightmares the devil’s illusion—

Materializing in mortal fears.

My shadows swallow them into their guts.

I drift across a boulevard of ghouls

Without fear of being overrun by jaws.

I sing to the wind that echoes my pitch

For jinns to gyrate.

I mine into the grave of my ghosts

To return with an apparition of poetry.

I embrace the night’s apology

For the daytime storms—

The scarecrows become my lullaby.

In the night, I tend to delight.