I walked the walk. The walk to bed.
I'm not ready to go to bed I said.
The hallway lengthened, our footsteps boomed.
Time elongated as the terror loomed.
While we sleep, the monsters feed.
We lay there helpless as they do their deeds.
Our parents refuse to understand.
They're real life monsters, not the boogeyman.
They wait patiently in their world.
Watching the prayers of little boys and girls.
The prayers are finished, I'm all tucked in.
Lying there waiting for it to begin.
Covers pulled up to my eyes.
I see the darkness, the shadows lie.
The lightless corners hide their forms
With their claws and fangs and their gnarly horns.
Their ravenous lust tears away,
the fabric that keeps the nightmares at bay.
The way is open and in they crawl.
They need our fear. Young cries their siren call.
Their lurking done, the time is here.
Fiends stalk slowly, magnifying our fear.
We hear them coming, floorboards creak,
Clapperclaw clatter, the gnashing of beaks,
Hopeless advancement of the hellish freaks.
A car turns the corner illuming the night.
Most wonderful, magnificent, luxurious light bright.
The luminous benevolence come to dispel my fright.
My courage amplified to it's most brilliant, radient heights.
They're not creeping and slinking across my bedroom floor.
Or watching and waiting behind the closet door.
The nightmarish creatures of mythical lore.
This means the monsters were only in my head?
They're not in the closet.....................THEY'RE UNDER THE BED!!
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