morning's truth

If i should hold sweet dawn in my esteem,
the promenade to morning dancing near
then i would question all the things that seem
to cling to permanence. i have no fear
of monsters, clinging to the lonely night;
i know the things that cleave to shadow's sway.
i have held court with monsters, they delight
in tormenting the hours e'er away--
but i have learned the meter of their hymns
and pridefully belt the insults that they fling.
impervious to their unholy whims
i do not fear the painful songs they sing.

for monsters, while they love to make men cry
so seldom do they ever deign to lie.