Silhouette of the Night
I stand back in fear,
Looking at silhouettes of foes that appear.
In the silence of night and dead of dark,
Monsters lurk as fiends ready to embark.
That monster by my door and that monster by the window,
The shadows they cast are horned-pointy and clawed-sharply.
I take hiding under blankets to protect myself,
Little as it may be, this thin layer of polyester feels comforting.
I try to stand my ground but the shadows growl and darkness grows.
The light is out and only the moon illuminates.
My sweat drops from my chin to the blanket, seeping into fabric washed yesterday.
Finally, morning rises.
Those monsters of the night retreat, hiding in plain objects.
They hide as laundry baskets and gaps in between closet doors.
I survived another night of midnight horror.
