SHADOWS OF FRIGHT

They appear as they are while I lay in my bed at night,

The light from the moon shines through my window.

Spiders crawl up and down the walls; my eyes follow,

Images of snakes on the ceiling above slither along.

Bats with fangs, their shadows I do see,

Flying on by, I have fear through the night.

Vampires with a thirst for blood are a haunting sight,

What do I see but only a silhouette of a monster?

Creatures of the night, shadows of fright,

Mummies and werewolves out on an Autumn night.

Frankenstein wanders, but it’s only a shadow to me,

A vision of that which is horror you see.

A glimpse of a witch on a broom flying high,

The stroke of midnight, a shadow across the sky.

              Keith Garrett