Cassandra Lee

Under the Bed

Under the bed
A monster lingers
As I quiver under my covers

Under the bed
Long black hair creeps out
When I turn off the lights

Under the bed
I hear rattles and whispers,
And a figure is in the corner

Under the bed
Thereís darkness and doom,
And the low croaking of death

Under the bed
I dare not look,
As the TV turns to static

Under the bed
The floor starts to creak
While feet thump up the stairs

Under the bed
the monsters disperse
As the sun comes rolling in

Under the bed
I finally check
And Iím never heard from again




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