Darkness

A poem about ... well see if you can figure it out.

Twisted slithers of silk,
Spreading out towards you.
As high as stilts,
blocking the view.

A pounding of the heart,
as loud as a beat on a snare drum.
It's only the start,
and you don't know where it came from.

You've heard the stories,
Of monsters under the bed.
Lets delve into the inventories
and listen to the terrors inside one's head.

Is someone behind you?
Or is it something?
Lets leave the fear to brew.
Hold on tight and cling.

How to explain the things,
that go bump?
It's hard to detain the fear,
hard to swallow the lump.

What was it that made that thing fall?
Was it a spirit, demon or clown?
How far can you crawl,
before you fall down?

Do you feel brave enough,
to sleep with one foot out?
Feel the ropes, nice and tough,
slither around and pull you about.

Drowning in darkness,
the whole room starts to tremble.
Your body as still as a carcass.
The fear cannot dissemble.

Fingers snapping.
Hands out reaching.
Arms wrapping.
Thought-provoking.

This small bedroom,
is an expansive black woods.
Fear in full bloom.
So who knows what should,

happen in the strange dark night?
You're stuck in a cage.
The cold metal bars sticking tight,
not caring about your young age.

Within these corridors,
lurk atrocious creatures.
There are no borders.
Now you're among the demons' features.

Shivering from the merciless cold.
It's a dim and dark world.
Children's screams are sold,
all becoming swirled.

A cold penetrating stare,
coming from a doll.
It's sat over there,
sucking your soul.

So close your eyes.
Someday you're going to die.
Death lies.
Death never asks why.

He glides over to you
and buries you in the darkness.
He steals you from everyone you knew.
Your little light fades into blackness.

Now open your eyes once more.
Hear the floorboard creak,
outside the door?
Death is out there, playing hide and seek.

Sweet dreams,
please don't scream.