Masks of Day

What brings you comfort

In the night?

Is it your blanket

That you hold so tight?

Or is it your night light

That keeps you from fright?

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When you lay down your head

Do you forget

About the monsters

That lie beneath your bed?

Or do you still fear

The waking of the dead?

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Do you pray

For the light of day,

Knowing that the evils

Will soon be at bay?

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Do those same

Demons not prowl,

When rays of sun

Are shining proud?

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Only at the break of day,

Masks hide their face.

To our dismay,

The darkness may

Never leave us.