My Friend feared the dark,
But not the light itself.
My friend feared the monster,
That lived a door down.
And as it crept under the bed,
It didn’t make a sound.
A monster under the bed,
is a tale reserved for kids.
Yet,
A monster in the bed,
Is a tale untold.
“Monsters aren’t real”
“there’s nothing to fear”
“there’s no proof”
My friend feared the dark,
Because no one believed,
That monsters could crawl,
Into the sheets.