superstition

in the deep night when horrid demons ride
we keep indoors and wait for the new sun
there's no safety in knife or in big gun
and no place where it's truly safe to hide
each little sound outside is amplified
we're all afraid of death when night is done
knowing that there's no place where we may run
and spirits come at us from every side
horrors may dissipate when morning's here
but we know better what is false and true
and arm ourselves against distressing sight
in darkest dreams the world is hot and sere
we faint beneath the gold eye in the blue
and there's no difference either day or night