Day or night

You’ll feel his bite

He’s always out, dispensing fright

Casts his dart

With cunning art

To lodge its ice within your heart

Here a sliver

For a shiver

There a splinter for a quiver

Sometimes more

A scary score

To chill you, nil you, to the core

Then Jack Fear

Sidles near

To whisper slyly in your ear

Oh, such words

So softly purred

As make all hopes and dreams absurd