Is she a dreaded swarthy jetclad tormentress
with swirling inky cloak
and train of spirit followers,
vampires, goblins,bogles, demons,
all evil preying creatures?
In her clutching talons we endure
agonies of doubt, remorse, despair, regret,
when tears and anguish overcome.
She brings nightmares of terror, loss and violence
with sleepers longing for releasing dawn,
unable to find rest or solace in her pitiless grasp.
Or is she benevolent in a sheilding starry veil,
spreading welcome relief
in friendly luminous moonlight, allowing us
to rest tired bones and forget
our daily pains and woes?
Giving dreams of blest oblivion
letting us bask in our fantasies
of what will never be?
In her arms we meet the loving faces
of those who've left us lonely,
in a consoling embrace.
She is both.