What can it be yet forthcoming?

Note: This poem was designed to be read very fast with exception to the second and last lines of each stanza and the last stanza itself.
 
 
Story poem in “The Raven” style.
What can it be yet forthcoming?
 
 
In the night while I’m sleeping, came a creature slowly creeping.
Invading dreams of pleasant thoughts and gentle bliss.
Though now awake it's still a coming, marching on as if in drumming.
What can it be that takes my rest and puts my courage to the test.
And did I not invite this guest, whose creeping noise is still a humming.
What can it be yet forthcoming?
 
 
Covers off, my mind a quiver, the rattling brings upon my shiver.
Try and Look to see the creature, wandering about with a hiss.
Louder, louder as it’s strumming, aching ears besieged to numbing.
My heart pounds within my chest; my endurance truly stressed.
I see it near and do attest, my fear now grips my sheets a thumbing.
What can it be yet forthcoming?
 
 
Sitting up to wait my dealing, fright is now my only feeling.
How will I live through the night’s abyss?
And still strumming as it’s coming, still the strumming of the drumming!
It’s closer now and no escape, the creature’s form taking shape.
Though its dress adorned a cape, it failed to muffle the dreadful humming.
What can it be yet forthcoming?
 
 
Then it spoke and to my relief - not a horror, not the grief.
My little child, my little daughter.
“Daddy, can I have a glass of water?”
 
 
 
Kactus Berry