Scold the dark.

I was in the backyard, it was night.
I blamed myself for looking away from the light.
I felt the presence in the shed, some novice demon.
I pointed at him, I began heavy breathing.
I scolded the dark that hid his form.
Singled him out like surface lost worm.
His fear shook the walls as he climbed up them as a spider.
He flew out of there like it was a giant moth he was riding.
Past me cowardly, I scolded the night, the dark for harbouring such a fiend.
They calmed me, left a blessing and let my exhausted mind dream.