The bed in which I lay
Is full of worry and fright.
So scared to lose them all,
I cover my limbs at night.
If one slips out from under
It’s sure to be removed
By the wicked malevolent monster
With sharp teeth and pointed hooves.
When the switch goes off and the house grows quiet,
The monster stalks its prey.
It’ll tear your flesh and eat your bones
Unless under the covers, you stay.
It hides in the darkened shadows;
Its shelter away from light.
It does its bidding in black,
Pulling and tearing with all its might.
The monster lies in wait
As I cower between the sheets.
It licks its lips and sharpened teeth
While I hide my hands and feet.