Underneath Your Bed

by Mark Spencer   Sep 3, 2004


Underneath Your Bed
By Mark Spencer

Twas All Hollows Eve
And all through the house,
One creature was stirring,
And it wasn't a mouse.

The children were resting,
Asleep like the dead,
Never suspecting
What lived 'neath their bed.

It wasn't a witch,
A goblin or troll,
This kind of creature
Feeds on the soul.

this is a monster
more fearsome than most,
It dines on a demon,
And snacks on a ghost.

With glowing red eyes,
And razor sharp teeth,
It waits for it's prey
On the bed underneath.

At the midnight hour,
Creatures are set free,
To terrorize children,
And their families.

And then at twelve 'O one,
Back under the bed,
Still drunk from the slaughter,
Another family dead.

It waits another year,
For a minute's reprieve,
To carry out the curse,
Of All Hollow's Eve.

If you hear it moving,
Remember what you've read.
Monsters may be waiting
Underneath your bed.

End.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Wallace

    Excellent poem very sad but like a scary story for a child, great work.

  • 17 years ago

    by Lenny

    That was pretty damn fantastic.
    Just the one stanza put my flow off a little..
    Otherwise a terrific piece, and I don't even need to tell you because you know that!

  • 17 years ago

    by SmileeItsBritt

    Haha this is well written and humorous! Good job!

  • 17 years ago

    by ossy

    That is so kick ass man loved it loved it so muched it kicked ass

  • 18 years ago

    by Lost Soul 691

    If I have your permission, I'd like to print and take this one up to the camp. The next big bonfire, with all the kids (young and old) I'd love to share it with them. I do believe most will be running into the camp for the night and not want to sleep in their tents. :)

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