Creeping,
In the dark,
You start,
To think,
To blink,
And see
Shadows.
Figures,
Against
The wall,
They’re tall.
With red
beady eyes.
You try
To shake
Them from
Your mind.
But they stay.
Dancing,
Against dim
Blue lighting.
You’re fighting,
As they veer
In your direction.
No protection.
Nothing to ward,
Clawing forward.
Grabbing and
Demanding
A final chance,
To dance
With you.