With fire burning,
hot and wild,
the night bleeds dark,
and scares the child.

With floors a' creaking
tree limbs scratch on glass,
winter winds make,
monsters en mass.

Buried under blankets,
as closet doors rattle,
imagined fear,
wins the battle.

With thunders boom,
and lightning's flash,
down the hall,
the child makes a dash.

At Dad's bedside
stops and stares
my eyes open
and now I'm scared.

Silent child,
stares at me,
is he awake,
what does he see?

Walking back,
turning on the light,
showing that,
there is no fright.

Good night now,
go to sleep,
hoping that,
no demons creep.