Friday, April 29, 2005

Night Verse

Yes, it is dark in my head a lot of the time. It helps to get this stuff out occasionally.


THERE’S A MONSTER IN THE HOUSE

I hear him walking,
Silently stalking.
My heart is knocking.

I crouch in my nest,
Holding my breath,
Waiting for death.

He knows I am here,
Senses my fear,
Grins ear to ear.

Enveloped by night,
I can't reach the light,
Too frozen with fright.

He has no remorse,
He's chosen his course,
He takes me by force.

However I shout,
He's never found out;
Somehow they can doubt.

So while all are sleeping,
He still comes a'creeping;
His secret they're keeping.

-Copyright 2002 S.Cone


And yes, I know that "nest" doesn't rhyme with "breath"; any ideas?

1 comment:

Scone said...

Thanks. I did choose the weird structure on purpose. It evokes to me the kind of slow, sneaking footsteps in the night that give me so many terrors still.