One upon a time in such a midnight flurry,
The hearts of man turned black,
Whosoever shall convert these souls,
Has no chance of turning back.

For in each heart a darkness thrives,
Be it in man, woman or child,
Unonowingly possessed by what we fear,
Which lies in the untamed wild.

Be it of the night or darkest thought,
Our fears shall run us asunder,
Few can escape while others embrase,
The dark heart beating like thunder.

So a toast i propose to these creatures of night,
Who dare to enter our minds,
Embrace them to find their folly,
Laughing at what they will find.

Let them creep, let them spook
These jokes of haunting spectures,
Let them prod, let them pry
Hear their misguiding lectures.

Then laugh to yourself, boistrous and loud
Show them what u truly fear,
In nothing short of moments,
They will vanish and disappear.

So hear me now, to my request,
Humor unto my inquisition,
Share with us a phobia,
Encased by your position. =]