Fear

It is the Skeleton in the closet,
The Demon in the Dark.
It is the Goblin taunting you,
The Devil with its mark.

It is the Wight's horrid breath,
The Wraith's cold, cold touch.
It is the Thing that steals from you
The Safety you value so much.

It is the Wolf's howl at night,
The Banshee's evil cry.
It is the Zombie's rotting flesh,
The feeling you will die.

It is the Ghost that shadows all,
Evil and its cruel plan.
It is a vision of what's next,
The downfall of a man.

It is the chillding Cold you feel
When everything seems queer.
It is the feeling above all else:
And it is known as Fear.