The ocean sways
The wind blows
Don't get to close
The melodies hurt

The night, clear
The forest, calm
Don't venture to far
Their howls and bites hurt

The darkness whispers
The garlic strong
Don't stay put now
Their fangs sink in

The imagination
Conjures up such
Magical creatures

When in fantasy
They are deadly
To approach

But in real life
We have trouble
Believing in what's
Right and wrong.