Nightmare
Cold moon in the sky, cold draft in my room,
small wonder why I feel impending doom.
Scufflings at midnight from inside my door;
shadows of something are crossing my floor!
I'm rigid with fear as to what they might be,
those scary spectres are coming for me!
I tighten my grip on a poker I found,
trembling in terror I don't make a sound!
Just when I despair of making a break
mom tousles my hair, "It's time to awake!"
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