In the Dark Silence and Late
In the Dark Silence and Late
At the enchanted hour when the night turns a ghostly gray,
clouds slowly swirl in anger billowing a dense suffocating smoke
choking the dim moon. All the insects and birds shy away.
The beast crawls out from underneath the bed silently and late,
ploys to take all bad little girls and boys.
It is tall and walks with a limp, a shrimp like face,
fire blazing eyes, vapor-stench mouth full of thorn sharp teeth.
You can hear its cow hooves clatter as it walks across the room.
He is covered with coarse dark brown hair,
wears a spider spun flowing black shroud and holds a staff.
In the dark silence and late, he will catch you by your ankles
hold you upside down over a tethered sackcloth.
A gift for himself as he passes by.
You will fight and scream until you are blue
to stay alive and beg not to take you.
You will nosedive into he's dark gloomy den of doom
to beat you at his feet. He will save you in a room
until it is your turn for him to feast until his through.
All children are afraid of monsters.
Monsters that hide in the shadow,
closet and underneath the bed.
10/25/2018
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2018
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