And he is the
Monster under your bed
But when you turn the lights on
He isn't afraid
He mocks you and your fear
With his bitter smile
And sour breath
He wears a silky garment
And his blak hair is slicked back
He is conniving and he is silent
But his presence
Is what scares the children at night
He is the one who plants fear
Inside their minds
And he is the one
Who plants fear into your mind
He is slithery and watery
With no form
And no way to catch him
He is Evil itself.