The Foes Of The Night Poem by Karpop Riba

In the dead of night, as I lay in bed,
An eerie buzzing filled my head,
A mosquito, a demon, aiming to shed
My blood and sanity with a hunger that led.

I tried to swat it with a flailing arm,
But it evaded me with a cunning charm,
I heard its wings, a deafening alarm,
As the beast feasted with a mosquito swarm.

I kicked and thrashed to no avail,
As the mosquito sucked with its venomous tale
I felt the bite, a sharp and vile assail,
And dreaded the itch that would surely prevail.

The buzzing grew louder.. in my ears
The mosquito's hunger wreaked with fears
I swore and cursed with angry tears
As the mosquito continued with relentless jeers.

And then.. with a sudden burst,
I grabbed a book with a feeling of thirst
And smashed the mosquito with a satisfying burst
Leaving the demon with its fate to be cursed.

And so I learned of the foes of the night,
The mosquitoes with their pestering plight
But with bravery and cunning, I'll win the fight,
And sleep soundly until the morning light.