When  silence and darkness fall,
night.
The Unknown under the bed does crawl.

The lights snuffed and switched,
off.
The Entity's forms twitch.

Under fatal delusion,
waiting.
A black mass of sheer illusion.

Whirling in self maintained,
confinement.
Matter scrambled, yet contained.

An Entity of some proportion,
considerable.
Unknown, it stalks with devotion.

Listen not, too carefully, at moments,
dark.
lest you wish to hear it's laments.

Oh how it cries, the weep,
haunting.
Ice in the veins to keep.

Beyond doubt, of any sort,
believe.
The Entity, it's patience, not short.

It dwells, it dwells,
resolute.
On fear it thrives and swells.

A call! Christ,Allah, God!
futile.
It savors in pleas distraught.

It crouches with deadly grace behind,
you.
Waiting for a scream amplified.

A belief now formed,
steadfast.
Shadows during the day are deformed.

Night only brings us,
closer.
Entity, pleasured while I, anxious

A shadow, a wraith, the identity,
Unknown.
All consuming darkness, the Entity.

Reader, reader, never look,
behind.
Your sanity, is at risk, mine it has took.

Ignore not, this sincere a plea,
warning.
For I, like you this moment, chose, to not believe.