Unreal are the demons
that haunt in the night;
their dreadful images
give meaning to fright.
The screams of those banshees,
made to tear the soul,
echo all through the dark
chill and black as coal.
Claws, teeth, and evil roar
keep the mind awake --
Flee! The thoughts say to run --
one step it can't take.
Panic, Desperation...
Help! The body screams
for speedy rescue from
these terrible dreams.
Closed eyes do not hide them;
unyielding they come,
raising the worst of fears.
Any good thoughts numb,
these horrible noises
come without a sound.
These terrifying sights
from darkness are found;
terrorism happens
through age and through youth,
suddenly concluded,
relieved by the truth.