Night crawls into dawn
As the superstitious ones
make the warding mark.
Thankful to have survived
yet one more night
the sun’s rays warm their skin.
Who else could be so hideous
as to do those unimaginable things?
Humans do hurt
each other.
Are the monster real?
Or is it that sometimes
we place the blame
where we don’t want to look?
Saturn's Premier Poet 