A New Light From Darkness

The darkness has beseiged you, babe
the air is deathly still
the room abounds with monsters
those that hunt and those that kill

and lay you there, so small and weak
a morsel ripe to pluck.
The monsters would to have your bones
and from them marrow suck-
Your tender flesh on which to gnaw
your youthful blood to spill,
the monsters want to have your hide
and if you move....they will.

Your mattress is a refuge poor
when beneath it monsters lurk
and in every nook and cranny
throughout the midnight murk...

Think you to call your father, Dear,
who down the hall resides?
He's asleep, in slumber deep
and Mother's by his side...

The monsters they surround you yet
and, should they hear you call
your parent's haste is all for waste
when the beasts upon you fall.

So...Why, then, don't the demons show?
Why have they not yet come?
How can you lay there cringed in fear
when you haven't seen a one?

The question hangs about your mind
your courage slowly comes
your head spins 'round
your heart, it pounds
the lamp comes on....IT'S DONE!!

Electric fire bathes now the room
the light makes clear to see
no monsters-- 'cause they're only real
as real as you let them be.







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