Dark, The Poem by Elbert Matt Loubser

A lonesome boy armed himself with a candle
To venture into the dark depths of the hall
Dark, he knew, was to his heart a vandle
But he had to answer nature's call
He peeped out, this side and that
The candle like a light near the ocean floor
He jumped slightly at the stand with the hat
But regained his posture: 'Young I am no more, '
His feet lightly grazed the floor of wood
Adament progress; thus far three pases
He'd make it, he thought, if he could;
No limp, no loose shoe-laces
The floorboard sqeuked, sent a chill up his spine
His face white while avoid of blood
Was that noise a witch, or was it mine?
Or an Ogre covered in mud?
The stories he knew from Goblins, not few
The horror-books he had read
Gave him an idea he'd end up in a stew
Or skinned alive untill dead
'I can no more, not cope with this
The Dark is evil from all sides
Show me a man not afraid of this
At night even the warm sun hides, '
He stalled no longer, skipped fast to his bed
The monsters were right behind
His only solution to not lose his head:
Benieth his blanket he should hide
The next morn' he woke, the sun seemed so gay
But to the young boy's disdain
He was flonked by his mother, and with reason she may;
His stained sheets caused her much pain