Late at night in her room
This little girl would see her doom.
He stood about 6 feet tall
His shadow lurked on every wall.
He crept in slowly for the taking
Hoping the girl he was not waking.
She would always peek a little though
So every where he moved she would know.
He liked to stand at the foot of her bed
Staring at her as though she were dead.
Only planning his next vicious attack
While she would plan on how to fight back.
Slowly he would move to kneel at her side
Lifting her sheets while his hand he would slide.
Touching her legs, and groping her *******
Rubbing his hands all over her chest.
Her body would stiffen with such disgust
As his body would thrive just out of lust.
He would stand to his feet, then lay by her side
All of her fear she was trying to hide.
She could feel the arousal of his manly pride
As he poked, and he prodded her from behind.
This monster appeared in her room every night            
With him appeared this child's worst fright.
She wanted to cry out and plead for help
But ashamed of herself, she would never tell.
Now he is gone the shadow in the night
Still in her room she is filled with the fright.
Every once in a while the shadow she will see
Her mind and her heart just can't let it be.
Her soul has been damaged by his own lust
He repaid with his death, in God I do trust.
When I heard of his passing tears I did shed
Was it comfort in knowing the monster was dead?
Or did I somewhat feel sorry that I just let it be
That he died with the secret of what he did to me?
Nine years of living a life filled with fright
Every time I would go to my room at night.
Even though he is gone, I sometimes feel him near
Like the faint whisper of his voice in my ear.
My pillow I grip, my eyes tightly squeeze
There is a slight trembling from each of my knees.
My heart starts to race, chills crawl my spine
What is it now you are trying to find?
No longer a child, I'm stronger you see
You are dead and you can't hurt me.
Go away monster, release all of my fright
For you are no longer a shadow in the night.