Dark Poetry

Things that lurk
In shadows dark
That come and
Creep in the park

The monster that
Hides beneath
The bed, the night,
The doorway wreath

The come for you
On night so gray
Looking for
The correct Way

To take you down
To feed themselves
To take the your life
For their shelves

Beware the shadow
Beneath the floor
They come for you
They’re at your door.