Under the Bed

by Gabriel crash gordon

Goblins green , eyes of red,
stay with you when you go to bed,
see them when the closets ajar,
you know they're real. They are! They are!

Heard then scurry under the bed,
fear and doom increased dread,
scraping of massive claws,
across the room and down the hall.

Should I get up and close the door?
Will they get my feet then want more?
Think I'll just stay in bed,
pull the covers over my head.