Amongst the darkness, bold and green,
there lurk things which cannot be seen;
with golden eye, and cloven hoof,
or maybe wings and fanged tooth.
And in this darkness, deep and dim,
these creatures seek, with heart, amid
the shining comfort of the day,
our own bright sorrows - held at bay.
To things that which in darkness dwell,
our hate, our pain, our sadness fell,
are delicious, tasty sweet,
and make their hollow souls complete.
And we who bask in light and sound
should well remember what is found
when one falls too far, too deep -
into loathing sorrow, steep:
For if you spend your time with hate,
you will begin to contemplate;
to taste despair from foreign lips,
the taste of tears and sunken ships.
Be cautious when you deal with pain!
In case, in dealing, you became
a thing like those who live within
the heartless darkness, cold and grim.