Midnight moments

Lest I speak in the tongues
of devils and goblins
witches and warlocks
trying to rule the day.

Lest I bind the sun
of those before me,
awaiting in front of me,
to keep reality at bay.

Lest I kill the light
or shine away the darkness,
turn night into day,
a star into a moon.

Lest I had the powers
bestowed upon me
to change all that will
become of you.

What a wicked fantasy,
not one for your ears to see,
lest you too shall be doomed
to such a life of disparity.