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They Only Come Out At Night

by Michael Anthony

They only come out at night

The light of the day has given its way
to dark and the wind starts to tearin’
through the limbs of the trees, the bark and the leaves
scream the names of the demons I’m fearin’.

The creaks of the rafters or hideous laughter
I will not look; I don’t have the courage to see
the face of the creatures, without any features,
that are coming, they are coming for me.

I’m shook in my bed, still cloaked in the dread,
they’ll drag me from under the sheet.
Can’t run for the door, if I step to the floor,
bony claws will be clutching my feet.

Get out of my home and leave me alone.
I’m crying. I beseech them. I beg.
Outside in the grass they’re tapping the glass,
I’m peeing; it runs cold down my leg.

Now it’s been hours since they cut off the power
(am I coming apart at the seams?)
No chance I’ll be sleeping, they’ll likely be creeping,
and follow me into my dreams.

Something smells foul, and a blood thirsty howl
growls an omen or some kind of sign.
My heart skips its pace when cold fingers do trace
a message that shivers my spine.

Written in stone, right down to the bone,
forever chiseled in fright.
It left its mark; I won’t go out after dark.
It said, “They only, come out at night”

Well, I don’t have the tools to be fighting the ghouls
that play on my fears, while they slither upstairs,
and the rustle of chains holds a torturous reign
on a place in my mind, I don’t wish to find,
that was once a closet, now fit for deposit
of souls set to capture and held there ‘til rapture
in the mud and the blood and the blight;

I know how it feels, to sleep with the eels
,there are no defenses, (I’ve lost control of my senses).
So I pray there’s a way to make it ‘til day,
‘cause they only, come out at night!


Posted on 03/18/2007
Copyright © 2021 Michael Anthony

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Reed on 09/23/11 at 12:01 PM

This is the third time this week I liked a rhyme scheme and I usually loathe them. Well done.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/30/13 at 12:06 AM

I enjoyed this POTD. Nice tension created here, fast paced, some solid gickiness, with good humor thrown in. Thanks for this.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/20/18 at 10:54 AM

You have penned the height of fright, chuck full of endearing rhymes and meters which we pray will sustain us till dawn arrives to salvage our souls from the ghouls who pale us. Edgar Allan would have been proud to pen this tale.

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