Nightmare
What lurks in shadows none may know
Eerie green eyes with a strange glow
A bright red mouth full of sharp teeth
Under your bed he lurks beneath.
Eyes that are bloodshot from the light
He stalks your nightmares late at night.
Through wood or glade or fen or bog
He hunts you down, in clear or fog
All wary children know his kind
His breath heats their necks from behind.
Flee from your room, run down the hall
Waking up parents with this call:
There is this question in my head:
Mommy, can I sleep in your bed?
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