The Fright Of Night

Peeking from my covers I look through the glazing

Where not long before the sun had been blazing,

Slowly but surely it is becoming the dark night –

The sun’s gone away and now the moon’s in sight.

 

Under the covers my fears they won’t keep

As I cling to my teddy and try not to sleep,

I cower much more but I don’t feel alright

As ghosts and ghouls can keep out of sight.

 

I sink much deeper into the safety of my bed

And try to remember what Daddy had said:

That Halloween’s realism was all in my head,

But nevertheless, I’m still filled with dread.

 

At every staircase’s groan, and every walls creek,

I stir from my hiding place and take a short peek;

I want Dad, I don’t like being on my own in my room

Under the watchful gaze of the frightening moon.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.