Poem about a 8 year old boy with a monster under his bed. Another one for kicks. |
At the age of eight I had a light That kept the monster away That kept the monster out of sight He hated the light so under the bed he would stay I would feel him move I would feel him talk He told me scary stories Of those who he had stalked My sister was the first one night she couldn't sleep She heard me crying and asked why I weep The monster is plotting I said in fear Nonsense she said before peeking under there Pulled under she was as I hid in shame My sister screamed As the monster pulled her to her new domain I dared not wander from where I remain My father was next I warned him so Of what happened to my sister and that he should not go But under the bed his head did peek To see the monster before he to became a treat My mother came in asking where my father went Under the bed I said but please don't tempt There is nothing she said while reaching her hand asunder Then there was a muffled scream as the monster pulled her under I find myself laying on the floor now My three family members dead but I don't know how There is a mirror in the corner and I look to see The monster from under the bed staring back at me |