What was there, that I did not see.

The back porch called out for me. The sounds of a swamp littered of insect species screeched as the sound convulsed in pain. Not even I know what fate will be beyond the threshold of my sheltered safety. Although superficial to believe thin walls could protect me from a ubiquitous evil, it's the only security I had left.
Tranquility of the dark kind is often beautiful. It was luring me; the dim shimmer eclipsed moon. The moon's rays reflected a muck tainted light. The depths of this mud and gore are unknown to any living being. Yet, all its inhabitants had arisen in death to warn any fool risking to have been these cadaver's companions in that water filled grave.
My heroic decision has been cast. I march through the disease and impending doom of death to find this source of ferocity. It was no longer after I started that trek to find what I dreaded. “Devour!” shot out of the mandibles of that gargantuan locust. My position was at a halt. No where to go; I was swarmed.
There was not a single one I feared, yet the number of battle ready vermin was what reeked terror. The cockroaches twitched and the hoppers of grass leaped. Within that moment I had to accept what was to become of myself. This wasn’t the end; which I did not know then. The moon escaped the blocked alignment to show itself again. It showered the land and devastated scene of chaos with hope and a dark shine. My worries have passed and I now went back to retire for the night. Whatever was out there, was better left alone and unknown.