Some call me the Great Unknown

At least until they lose their precious control

And get scared

"Make fire, huddle 'round"

Let's hear those prayers and groans!

I'll be tickling spines and rattling bones

I'll be waiting out there somewhere

Just beyond the fire

Under cover, under darkness

To bring those fears to life

And I will

Some say I am the reach of Hell

Safely distant - 'long as all goes well

Do tell

"Make fire, build it high

How could it fail?"

Who knows?

When it does I promise I'll be close

All your greatness laid to waste

Hold on tightly in vain

It is the wind

...at the dark end of the street

...to give those fears some teeth

...go give those fears some bite

And I will