Scared Of The Dark Poem by Flamora Clevare

Do you fear the eyes or the face?
You can run, but only at a pace
The fear of death is all around
You must be quiet and not make a sound
No one wants to whisper anymore
And for that I'll be knocking at your door
You look into the dark with nothing to see
You hear a sound and think about what it could be
You may glare at the bright moon
but you can't stop that you will die soon
Your fear might start to fill the air
and soon the world will start to be fair
Now you are really scared
It's time that you are dared