Children always know where danger lies—the goblin in the corner who’ll surprise
And bite you on the ankles as you pass—grownups forget to fear it, though, alas!
For in the passage of the years they’ve grown to fear only the earthly, and bemoan
Mere politics and taxes, while a child retains the wisdom that the brute and wild
Still hides among the passages of day, waiting to snag unwary young at play.
On Halloween, adults recall but faint and humorous details of ancient taint
And treachery, the light dust, if you will, of ghostly tracks upon the windowsill
Or campfire tales meant less to warn than joke at quaking children by the fires’ smoke,
Forgetting that what was, remains still here: the monster that can swallow all is Fear.