This is my version of “Monsters” Hope you enjoy both mine and the original post from Sue:
Monsters are real to an extent, it seems,
But they mainly stick to really bad dreams.
At times, however, a feeling I get
That one may be lurking in the shadows yet.
On a foggy night that fills me with dread,
I think I feel persons long since dead.
They creep through the night and whisper to me;
They tap on my shoulder and laugh with glee.
I feel the icy cold fingers grip me tight
And not want to let up for the rest of the night.
Footsteps behind me make me increase my pace;
In the window’s reflection, I see a dead face.
I hear spectral laughter, my heartbeat increases,
And fear makes me sweat, and want to go to pieces.
I feel the small hairs on the back of my neck
Prickle and stand up like sailors on a deck.
The air turns cold all the sudden it seems,
And then I hear blood curdling screams
Of people who’ve been taken before their time
And search for whomever committed the crime.
(c) 2010 by John T. M. Herres