The night is scary, with creepy monsters lurking.
The owl in the back yard stares at me, with eyes as dead as the night.
The clouds cover the moon, only to make it darker....
My fear is coming back!
The monsters will come!
What was that?
Who's there?
Save me!
Crying but no one can hear me!
Running and running an endless path, the closet monster gets closer as I run faster.
But then it's over, and I wake up only to find it was a nightmare...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem