Are you afraid of the dark?

Anything goes. 
Nothing lasts for ever.
The naked face, bloodline, 
rage of angels and this
morning, noon and night. 
The sky is falling 
and the stars shine down. 
Tell me your dreams, 
the best laid plans. 
On the other side of midnight, 
a stranger in the mirror. 
If tomorrow comes,
the master of the game. 
But the windmills of the Gods 
blow away the sands of Time. 
Left are the memories of midnight 
and the other side of me. 



(The words in this poem are all the wonderful titles of novels and films by Sidney Sheldon)