From under the bed,
the shadows creep.
Feeding off the dread,
that you do seep.

At night is when they show,
that you are never alone.
Always waiting for you to know,
that they are there in the unknown.

As you drift off to sleep,
the shadows lurk underneath.
After you are fast asleep,
they come with many teeth.

Fear is something that they eat,
the torment filling their bellies.
For they love the tasty treat,
the terror sensing a bit of jellies.

Once they devour your despair,
they'll leave nothing in their wake.
Only then will you be aware, that they are nothing if but fake.