October 17, 2008

Night Terrors

When all is quiet and no one stirs
They tiptoe in on furry paws
They take their positions without a sound,
At night, the demons come around.

Their hands are cool, their breath is sweet
They hold your head, they hold your feet
In voices soft as falling leaves
They only say what you want to believe.

In the morning, they will be gone,
You will be safe, you will be alone
And you won't remember their honeyed attack
But come next night, you'll wish them back.

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