Nothing Their Poem by Dark Cloud

Awoken by a strange feeling
Shifting back and forth near my door
I wonder, what could it be?
Perhaps to the heavens I should implore
My imaging’s or a cast shadow?
I don’t understand
I see large broad shoulders
Like the outline of a man
Theirs an intruder in my room!
But I can’t get out
All my strength has ran from me
As the fantastical leaves my doubt
The figure is bold as I am alone
My small hairs begin to raise
A powerful fear grips me
As another presence behind me prays
The darkness has stolen my voice
And oh, how I begin to shudder!
As I lay very helplessly
The silhouette gently flutters
Woe to those with sight who see!
A shadowy force so close to thee
Something whispers!
And I can’t help but to hear
The sound is of a little girl
Very afraid and full of fear
She says, “please protect me!
From that horrible evil man,
To the right of your door,
And just to the left of your fan! ”