Night Things 
  
In the night time 
Sounds, sounds 
Of your flesh crawling, 
Creeping up your spine. 
The air, no breeze, 
Still and cold. 
Deathly quakes and 
Trembles overcome you 
As the chill breathe 
Lightly brushes your skin. 
And creatures hiding in 
The shadows, 
Waiting 'till you're 
Off your guard. 
To get you. 
They're lurking. 
Hunting small children. 
But no one sees them. 
Too quick... 
They dart out of sight 
Into your mind. 
Calling out for your mother, 
Only to be ignored. 
And you're told there's nothing there. 
But you know, 
You know they're coming after you. 
And you hide 
Terrified of the creatures. 
You're still frightened and scared, 
Afraid of the dark... 
                                                          are you? 
  
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1999 © Joshua Golden