It resides in the place; where as children we fear the most,
Darkness
He despises the light, for he can not touch it
As I lay under the sheets
He lurks in the shadows
Watching my every movement
He means no harm
At least he tells me

The thing, this creature,the monster
I do not fear him for he
Is
My friend
With white sharp teeth that glisten in the moonlight
With blood red eyes
His skin so black as darkness in
Which he conceals himself
He speaks the tales of himself
Of people who fear him

He wishes to belong
No he wants to be seen
But living in darkness is what people fears the most
But not me