Fear Itself

. for public domain We went for a walk after sunset in the dark, among the shadows of chestnut trees near a park, where howls in nearby cornfields brought fear of what the sound yields, and rose an unfriendly but wary question-mark. "What fiend sets to prowl this auspicious time of night? What fearsome, bold creature may show its teeth so bright? stalking fresh flesh for its meal, no mercy for those who kneel, praying rescue them to the Heavenly Spirit of Light?" After our walk, we stood on our porch there trembling, collecting our calm, peaceful thoughts assembling, endured a gauntlet of fear, survived what did not appear, yet ourselves nothing thereafter resembling.