In search of peace,
A track down beneath
The stairs lay quite,
In the darkest hour of night
A plight of need
Cured by water feed
Looking through the walls
A silent silhouette trolls
Half asleep, the terror creeps
Far beyond the conventional beliefs
Within the nerves, of a meek
Now half awoke, but still half asleep
|AB|
Is it really what it seems...........?? Follows a a b b rhyme scheme.