I have said it before, in darkness there is naught to fear.
It shall be so evermore, in darkness there is naught to fear.

The trees that loom beneath the moon, their bark so rough, tattered and grey,
Their branches curved like fang and claw, in darkness there is naught to fear.

Ravens and bats, wings ebon black, swoop and dive and dash on past.
Amidst the shade they squeal and caw, in darkness there is naught to fear.

The fox who skulks amidst the shrub, his eyes aflame like candles bright
You, he simply does ignore, in darkness there is naught to fear.

A lonely owl sits high above, his hoots echo throughout the night.
His quarry just the rats and voles upon the floor, in darkness there is naught to fear.

The creeping quiet wanders forth, its touch soothes the senses and washes stress away.
You become a different person than before, in darkness there is naught to fear.

The fireworks thunder over your head, their light like the stars they reach to join
They make you lift your head in awe, in darkness there is naught to fear.