When the sky goes black, and everyone sleeps,
Their house squeaks as the darkness creeps.
Little children unlucky enough to open their eyes
Might happen to see a figure, and part of them dies.
They run and scream and fleet and squeal.
No matter what others say, they believe he's real.
Parents just say "It's all in your head,"
But the fearful and wary know it's all under the bed.
During the day, he's no where to be seen,
And yet even in complete darkness, you see he's tall and lean.
His pupils are large to watch you at night,
His teeth are sharp to fill you with fright.
His nails are sharp and long on both his hands and feet,
As if they would be used to separate your bones from your meat.
When your an adult he's a myth, but as a child he's pure doom:
Who is this monster that's habitat is a kid's bedroom?