Brewed Fear Poem by Albert Ahearn

Standing in the silence of the night when
all daylight sights disappear from my view
I found myself alone and afraid. Then
As midnight approached, the shadows turned to
Horrid, winged specters leaping about me.
I was terrified by their ghastliness.
Suddenly there appeared from their midst three
heinous ghosts standing before me possessed.
The largest of the three stepped forward. It
Began to speak in a thunderous voice.
“Your fear is two-fold: You fear what you see,
Us! At the same time your fear is by choice.
You cling to ancestral fears concocted
In ignorance, steeped in religious dread.”