Don’t open the door if they want in
They see the light, they see it
Swarms of eager insect grins
They see the light, they see it.
Fluttering, probing, twitching
At the windows, hungry, seeking
Backlit by the scimitar moon
Unheard language leaking.
Glinting wings, black eyes, feelers
Watchful, quick and watchful
Singing silent, nightmare dealers
They see your light, they see it.
They’ll cocoon you squirming in your bed,
If you’re chosen to sleep forever.
They’ll lay eggs inside your head
Quivering, shivering, jittering.
It’s not the porch light that they want
For countless summers here they haunt
Don’t open the door. Don’t let them in
They need your light, they need it.