Strange Encounters in the night

Making the world live in fright

Death stalks at every turn

Threatening people leaving fear, concern.

Will the terror never end?

I'm through playing pretend

It's time to face what we know is there

We just can't stop sit and stare.

This was a poem about monsters that lurk in the dark but also a metaphor for something bigger. If you can guess what it is than I'll give you a virtual cookie. Also please tell me in the reviews how I did.