Night Terror Poem by Kislay Singh Sachan

In the dead of night, when all is still
And the moon hangs low on the hill
A chill runs down your spine
As you hear a sound, not quite divine

Footsteps echo in the hall
But no one's there, you can't recall
The hairs on your neck stand tall
As a shadow moves across the wall

You try to run, but your feet won't budge
As if held down by a darkened grudge
Whispers fill the silent air
Of things that shouldn't be there

A cold hand touches your skin
And you know that death has come in
You scream but no one hears
As your worst nightmare appears

The darkness swallows you whole
And you know you've lost control
Of your fate and your soul
As you're consumed by the horror's toll

So beware the night and its terrors
For they'll haunt you forevermore
And in the end, all that's left
Is the horror that you can't ignore.