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.