midnight
Stalk along the road towards them and mind and keep yourself concealed as my mother brings a blood-stained stiletto which she purposes to make you bathe in the lifeblood of your enemy . Never mind the Death-demons and skeletons dripping with the putrefaction of the grave , that occasionally may blast your straining eyeballs . Persevere even though Hell and destruction should yawn beneath your feet . `` Think of all this at the frightful hour of midnight , when the Hell-demon leans over your sleeping form , and inspires those thoughts which eventually will lead you to the gates of destruction ... The fiend of the Sussex solitudes shrieked in the wilderness at midnight -- he thirsts for thy detestable gore , impious Fergus . But the day of retribution will arrive . H + D = Hell Devil . '' -LSB- 96 -RSB- That Shelley could jest thus lightly in the mock-terrific vein shows that his mind was fundamentally sane and well-balanced , and that he only regarded `` fiendmongering '' as a pleasantly thrilling diversion .