I drift to sleep
But it is deep
I try to keep my cool
But I can’t keep it from falling
As it creeps on me I softly weep
For the creature is coming
It is coming the wind peeped
Now I am knee-deep
Stillwater runs deep
Now it is running
It whispers creepily in my ears
Wake up someone shouts
All at once my eyes spring open
Though I am dreading the break of dusk for the creature wi...