The lights are out

So are the monsters

The chair begins to creep about

And the child can hardly shout.

He conceals his face in a hiding place

The monsters still come closer

He leaps from bed in a race

Running toward the chance to escape.

Outside he goes

Hope sparks a flame and burns his woes

The lights are out

But he’s now filled with doubt.

They creep everywhere

Standing, looming, mocking

All possessing the glare

And a vacant stare.

The monotone cry of a lark

The monsters don’t rest

The child escapes to his hiding place as in unison they whisper….

“We all look the same in the dark.”