LITTLE GARGOYLES ARE CUTE, BUT I GAVE THEM THE BOOT

I did my daily doomscrolling after midnight,

The spirits squeezed up to my body, really tight,

On all the channels I could see,

Videos strictly about me,

Fighting gargoyles, that were one tenth of my height.

HIDDEN FORCES

There are things that go on in the night,
That makes us move to the nearest light,
We are all afraid,
Of death’s accolade,
That stalks us out of sight.