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 will come again