* those shadows slight *
Silent bounds of night
Moon searchlight marks
Advance of shadows slight
Those terrors in almost darkness
Unrelenting horrors of child's night
Hiding in the wardrobe
Lurking underneath the bed
Cast by dressing gown hanging
These silent marauders wait
To pounce and rend and tear
Nameless adbominations fierce
Creatures of sharp teeth and claws
Cast from infernal imaginations
Innocence of eye and face
Feels them drawing near
Perhaps these are the ghosts
Of future's yet to see
The adult challenges they will face
Fears they must defeat
The inhabitants of the dark
Who intrude on edge of sleep
Leave you lying awake in bed
Hair prickling on your neck
At advance of shadows slight
These terrors of your night.
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