Do you fear the sounds of the Night by Richard Allen Saare

Do you fear the unknown sounds 
that visit you in the night? 
Do the walls of your Bower 
inexorably press in on you?
 
Do you fear what you cannot see 
in the loneliness of the night? 
Dreadful dreams of ghouls and 
ghosts poised to steal your very life?
 
And oh how you strain your eyes as 
you stare at the shadows on the wall? 
And the lies of the day come back to haunt 
you as you lie deathly still in the darkness?
 
Does the image of evil appear before you, 
as gaunt images that pass before your windows? 
Naked trees sway in the wind and 
moonlight flickers, eerie and pale.
 
Your mind is tormented and your conscience 
taunted by those dark secrets kept so well. 
Eyes narrowed like slits; hearts pounding 
as the end draws near, and a throat begs to be cut.
 
Surreptitious thieves ravage the land and 
steal away with their pilfered hordes of gold. 
Do you lay awake suffering in your misery? 
While you whisper and curse those pangs of guilt?