“Not again! No no. Please no! not again!!” The city was once again plunged into darkness, black smoke rose, we came for the third time, “hide the children!” someone whispered hoarsely, it didn’t matter, we could still hunt. We could always hunt. We, who could the whispers and see through all lies, who were always feared, who were fear, we were fear, we were death, and we were hopelessness, we were the nightmares. An iron door was shut and locked, we came. Bolted shut. We went through. The children! We moved forward in delight ready for are beloved fear, to feel their fear, we came. Came, coming, death came. Forward, forward We could see them, they were there and suddenly, a light in the darkness, a light, a child, one of the fearing, one of the weaklings, from him. We waited for the shriek, and it never came. “Stop!” he said. We stepped back, needing are fear we went forward again. We tried to feed on the fear of the others, we started to become strong again, stronger stronger. Then, a light, another and another now we were the ones shrieking, dying, dying. More light, more, more! We ran back out the door and the darkness was gone. Gone. Light was all that remained, we yelled, shrieked. We were fear, we were death, and we were hopelessness, we were the nightmares. He is hope.