NIGHT FEARS

 

Who sits on my shelf

each and every night?

Who casts long shadows

on my shelf and wall?

Not there at day

but only at night.

I move closer.

I must see what it is.

A hooded figure,

its face lifting to me.

The hood falls back

to a face as dark as night.

Eyes shine red,

burning a hole right through me.

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