Creatures are we

Creatures of the night lurk in the darkness,
leering, seething, ripping flesh from bone.
We as humans are better than they,
feeling emotions, refusing to stand alone.
We revere the light, feeling safe in it's shine.
They merely stand in the light of the moon,
content to kill, drink, and dine.

But the creatures of the night are more than we.
Though they be animals, they know that things lurk beyond the reach of light.
Things that every animal should fear, to be feared and left to be.
They remark the light as a beacon for the fear to go away,
feeling comfortable in it's protection enough to sleep content.
Yet when light fades, fear is no longer kept at bay.

In the darkness lie horrible things,
things that only the truly malicious would find comforting.
Yet while the call of the beast rings,
the humans shut off their lights,
and sleep with peace found in the shadows.
Yes, the beasts walk the many nights,
but they do so out of fear for what the night holds.
While the human race simply becomes one with that which is feared.