Midnight Tauntings.

That beast that prowls and lurks Always on the doors opposite side Primeval and fetid scents rising For it is here evil resides Locked within these crumbling walls Or so I have come to believe In these halls distant and aloof Ill-omened phantoms hang in warning Stillness splinters from a shrill impact A morbid acidic shriek trills from darkness Perturbing the window panes peace Shattering the walls content barriers Terror stifles my throat closed A repetitive blast goes off in my chest Over and over against my consciousness At wits end I fight the urge to run To find safe haven from reaching talons With irregular breath whipping me I hold steadfast to feigned courage Readying to look it in the eye and battle Only to find the rampant torturing fiend Are the pre-dawn winds playful wisps Wreaking havoc on my half-awake mind