Peeking from my covers I look through the glazing
Where not long before the sun had been so blazing,
Slowly but surely it is becoming the dark night -
The sun's gone away and now the moon is in sight.
Under my covers my fears they wont 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 also every walls creek
I stir my dark 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 ever frightening moon.
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