Crashing, thunder booms,
Hiding underneath his sheets,
the boy sits and hides.
A terrible fate,
worse than the storm that’s outside,
waits for the small child.
For monsters they come,
in some forms unexpected,
Inhabiting Earth.
This small little boy,
Knows the monsters all too well,
they live in his house.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 8:13 AM UTC
Crashing, thunder booms,
Hiding underneath his sheets,
the boy sits and hides.
A terrible fate,
worse than the storm that’s outside,
waits for the small child.
For monsters they come,
in some forms unexpected,
Inhabiting Earth.
This small little boy,
Knows the monsters all too well,
they live in his house.
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