Night Terror.

Night Terror. You need no introduction. Into my slumber, With skulking cats eyes. Now, You build a charnel house. Bricks and mortor, sinister. Laying claim to my dreams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I suffered terribly with night terrors at such a young age. I feel they dictated my life for quite some time. This is one of my more personal poems. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Personification; please? I dont know if there is currently a contest for personification poetry. If not, I would love to see one set up. Unfortunatly, i feel i do not have the capacity to run one myself... yet. Thank you for taking the time to read my post, Jamie. (P.S. I am brand new to soup, as you most likely can tell.)