Creator Or Creation

Werewolves howling, creatures in the nite prowling, Dracula hidden away in his castle scowling. The moon at its fullest for tonight the Werewolves would lift their curses. The undead, with their rotting flesh, rising from hearses. Witches brewing their potions putting dark powers to work with their Sorceress. Goblins and ghouls awake from the merky lake, boogeymen come out from under the bed, now pause it. Wait. Check inside your closets. You'll find it's empty for tonight, it's time, it's time we all meet for a fright. Shed some dark over all this bright city light. Ghosts and demons, God and Satan, it's Armageddon. To fight between good and evil, we'll bring this world to an end. The world at battle, running, jumping, like scared cattle. The entire human race staring directly in deaths face. The meteors crashing into the ocean, the hurricanes erupting over the cities and towns putting everything into motion. As they hit the ground it's the world that does the easy erosion. Everything so flammable, too easy to handle. Set this world to flames. The monsters, the creatures, the gods, the demons you thought never existed here to drown out the human race. Our creator. You're so called Savior. Here to diminish what was their creation. We their living animation. Creator or creation? Either way set upon your actions. Feeding into fears, their nightly calls, that's how I like to see it all. Silent but maybe if you listen hard enough you might hear the Banshee scream. Then would you believe me? There's so much more to what the eyes may see?