Night Time Fright
Wearily off to bed, downy
pillow genially awaits your head.
Creaking steep incline
slowly trodden one step at a time.
resounds from the ancient mantel clock.
Cascading around the room
shadows emulate reaper doom.
Nervous glance spies a
ghastly figures menacing stance.
Demonic brigade aspires
to torture, and cart your soul away.
Another quick look
recognizes your coat hanging from a hook.
Nothing is there, except
the rumpled furnishings setting bare.
All will undoubtedly
fade, with breaking of a newborn day.
It's just an eerie show,
fashioned by candle's amber glow.
© C.E. Vance