by Mazzelh
Lurking round the corner
Barely out of sight
The people feel it coming
And hasten to take flight
There's nothing to fear the others say
Even though it comes clearer with each passing day
Hearing it breathing in the white noise around
And fancy it walking through the night streets of town
Only one can stand up to this shadow
The one inside, whom others don't know
Coax it, quiet down, hear it within
Before heading out to face yourself
When the moon is a crescent and both sides can win.