I heard a sound by my bedside last night

I heard a lone sound, how I got such a fright

Something passed by me, deep in the night

I heard a faint sound; did it want my poor life?

I made no sound; I was still, in such fright

As I lay in bed, in the deep of the night

I could hear something close by me, how I longed for the light

What was this dark thing, evading my sight?

A dark, black mass, a shadowy sight

Began to rise, slowly, in front of my eyes

As I lay in bed on my left-hand side

This dark, evil thing slowly rose into sight

I could not move a muscle; I was frozen in fright

As the dark, frightful vision continued, in height

Till it’s evil eyes were almost in sight

Only then did I close mine, despite the dark night

I knew it was wicked, the devil personified

He wanted my sight, the light of my life

If I kept my eyes closed, shut tight as the night

I might just be spared from the Grim Reaper’s cold scythe

Finally, eventually, I opened my eyes

Had he gone, departed – left, from my bedside?

But no! He was there (though lower again)

Starting, beginning, rising yet one more time

How could I be free from this terrible beast?

That wanted my soul, my heart and my peace

Perhaps, if this time my eyes remained firmly closed

It might well just give up and go away home

So as my eyes closed, again, in such fright

I prayed and I hoped that I’d last out the night

I could feel its Dark Presence, so close by my brow

But kept my eyes shut, it wouldn’t bother me now

The darkness and danger passed from me that night

Vanishing, returning, away from my sight

I rolled over, so comfy, lulled back into nod

Till the next time it happens, it’s just me and my God.