Brewed fear
Standing in the silence of the night when
all daylight sights disappear from my view
I found myself alone and afraid. Then
As midnight approached, the shadows turned to
Horrid, winged specters leaping about me.
I was terrified by their ghastliness.
Suddenly there appeared from their midst three
heinous ghosts standing before me possessed.
The largest of the three stepped forward. It
Began to speak in a thunderous voice.
“Your fear is two-fold: You fear what you see,
Us! At the same time your fear is by choice.
You cling to ancestral fears concocted
In ignorance, steeped in religious dread.”
poem by Albert Ahearn
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