In the cover of the shadows,

Horror takes shape.

A horror nothing but malice,

It’s sinister and bleak.

Veiled in shadows a smell so rancid,

The smell of dreadful sin,

Evil and stark,

They hunt for your soul.

The closet door opens,

Shadows dance around.

Creaks and moans fill the silence,

The room a silent chill.

Room to black to see,

Break out in a fearful sweat.

Shadows now cover you,

No where you can hide.

Paralyzed stiff unable to breathe,

The shadows all grab you.

Under your bed and into the dark,

You cannot escape them, THEY have you…