Three Cheers for Monsters

Let’s hear it for the monsters
Hiding in our closets
So we don’t have to organize them
Or under our beds, which is fine, because we never look there, not even to vacuum

And three cheers for the zombies
Tottering like old relatives
“They think they can, they think they can”
Except they have no brains (they want yours)

Ghosts and the vampires
Revenants and horrors
They are just as god made them
And never intended them to be

We make love to the things that scare us
With a passion reserved for shadowy places
With a fervor that would make the light of day jealous
If it ever shone it’s dull cuckold face at an undead bacchanal

Let’s hear it for the demon we know
In an empty room at midnight
Sometimes, that’s all we’ve got