I wrote this creepy little poem months ago, I believe, around Halloween last year. We have many different fears when we are kids, such as “don’t go in the basement at night, don’t look in the closet, or don’t look under the bed.” This poem focuses on something lurking under the bed.
Don’t be afraid of the dark, my dear
Rest your weary head
There are many other things to fear
Like me lurking under your bed
I ascend from blackness, waiting for you
The darkness cloaks my presence
Your tender flesh I want to chew
You’ve committed no sin, so this is no penance
I would hide in the closet, but I want you close
I touch your bed to make sure you are there
So now you understand the position I chose
With a click-clack of my claw, I tease, look if you dare
Our eyes meet, you wear a delectable countenance
Pardon my drool, but I need sustenance
Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!
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