Monsters made of midnight

The monsters made of midnight poem

Hey Dad, I'm worried I am going to be taken back to the beginning. You see they come at night, the monsters made of midnight. They say that I'm their friend as they whisper warnings to me. With the shaking of walls and footsteps up the hall, at 12 tonight they come. Before my time is done they will come.

They come to collect on a devil's debt, they come to reset my time and take me back to my beginning. Many lifespans I've now lived and here I am again, and again and again...




Can you see the monsters? In the picture can you see monsters?

Life is somewhat like a Faustian bargain: Against probability we are born to live a life and then our lives are taken.



Inverted, Perplexed, Devil, Worlds



Don't fear the reaper, BOC 1976



Faustian bargain

Eternal return