In The Dark Poem by Ros Venn

Here in darkness I lay, my hand invisible before my eyes,
In the distance shadowy figures start to move,
I feel like their prey as ancient fears begin to arise,
In an instance like a drum, my hearth now beats,

No longer in peace do I slumber,
The horrors of an inquisitive mind,
Increase as logic goes a blunder,
The terrors I see while blind,

In the folly of the brave,
Now I switch on a light,
The darkly phantoms leave,
In pitch black is they're bright,

Now a light I leave on,
For fear of their return,
A window sunlight ease in,
Dare I sleep this morn,