Nightmare

Eyes in the mist, Sword clutched in my fist, Its being full of hate, As I lie in wait, Low to the ground, Listening for the sound, The creature comes, It must be done, For it hates the light, And is full of spite, Moving with shadow, For its heart is hallow, From the left it strikes, Teeth gnashing it bites, My blade scores a blow, My sword begins to glow, With a howl it cries, I thought that I had died, The sword burning bright, There is shelter in site, To wait there for the night, My heart pounding in fright, Waiting for dawn to make it right.