𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

*ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕐𝕖𝕥*

As the night comes darker.

As the cloud turn grey.

As the sun abandons us,

Comes the end of day,

But have you ever wondered,

What's in the black of night?

What creeps and peeks and lingers?

But stays out of sight?

I once did sit and wonder.

I once did sit and think,

About what is in the deadly dark,

What made that clink?

I sat up in my covers.

I slightly opened my eyes,

But only dark surrounded me,

With not a place to hide.

I heard it on the carpet,

Slithering across the floor,

I heard it creeping up,

Something at the door.

The handle rattled slightly,

The covers shivered too,

I glanced from cover to door to cover,

Something had come through.

I felt it coming closer,

Brush against my leg.

A step across the carpet,

Something near my head.

Fight or flight the question,

An instinct to be made,

A step across the carpet,

My sight begins to fade.

I sit and listen closely,

My head is drenched with sweat,

I prayed that it was over,

Not yet.