Fear of the night

As the dark begins to descend on me, I dare not breath’ for I cannot see. Strain my eyes towards the shadow, Moving silently from graves that shallow. Wind gingerly creeping thru the trees, Leaves swirling, twirling in the breeze. The moon cast down her shadow less light, As creatures come out tomeet the night. A shiver runs up and down my spine, For on my flesh they sure to dine. And in my horror and in my fright, I take my leave I take my flight.