Fear

It comes out of the dark and faces the wind,
Pushes it back with a decaying grin
It melts all the trees and freezes the stone,
Sinks all the oceans with a melodic moan
Its shape is a circle, its weight is the world,
All of its memories have yet to unfold
Wild, it is free, and tramples the rest,
They'll all cry out in witless distress
Formless, countless, reckless it rides,
Issuing in on the backs of the tides
Nothing can stop it, save emptiness bare
And everything too, it can't go near there,
But in between, it goes to and fro
And seeks the innards of the whole world to know.