Night Terrors

If you ever awaken

In the climax of the night

Before Rest hath left its token

Of calm behind—before daylight

Sets in—you may lose appetite

For mouthwatering sleep

And be subject to the moonlight

Meeting where monsters creep

Inside your consciousness pokin

At your sanity despite

The fact that your eyes are wide open

And you have lit candlelight

To hopefully outshine and out-bright

Nightmares that try to sweep

Your mind into accepting impolite

Meetings where monsters creep

Inside your bedroom evokin’
Terror and bedtime fright
Seemingly squeezin’ and chokin’
Out mental strength and mental-might
To overpower and over-excite
You to the point where sanity will leap
Out the door and into midnight
Meetings where monsters creep.

I dare say nightmares are not featherlight
On my state of mind but heavy and quick to peep
And seek ways to hurt me in the night
Meetings where monsters creep.