BEDTIME STORY
What footsteps to my bedroom creep?
Awakened by the creaking outside my door
I hasten now to cry out or to scream
But I am frozen, as it slithers across my floor!
The howling winds dance in the trees
Casting shadows of demons upon the wall
The moon is but a sliver of light
And I feel helpless, frightened, and… small.
Faint away! - I could but sleep!
And forget this ghostly vision without sight
I fear the goblins have discovered me
And will make a mockery of me this night
I shall feign I am fast asleep here
I will slow my breathing and hold fast my heart
Perhaps this abominable apparition
Will find me distasteful and soon depart
Do you hear it? Whispering to me?
I can sense something looming o'er my bed
Reaching down to test my resolve
I am soon filled with a sickening dread
Wake up Lucy Ann, the sun is up!
Time to dress for your morning tea and fare
It seems it was all just a mindless figment
Of imagination that haunts inside a nightmare
