I heard a sound by my bedside last night,
I heard a strange sound; I got such a fright.
As something passed by me deep in the night,
I heard a faint sound; did it want my poor life?
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I made not a sound; I was still, in such fright,
As I lay in bed in the deep of the night,
I could hear it close by, how I longed for the light.
What was the dark thing probing the night?
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An evil black form, a shadowy sight,
Began to rise slowly in front of my eyes.
As I lay in bed on my left-hand side,
The dark, wicked thing rose slowly into sight.
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I could move not a muscle; I was frozen in fright,
As the dark frightful vision continued in height,
Till it’s malevolent eyes were almost in sight.
Only then did I close mine, despite the dark night.
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I knew it was wicked, evil personified,
That he wanted my sight, the light of my life.
I closed my eyes; shut them tight as the night.
Evading the Grim Reaper’s deathly cold scythe.
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Finally, eventually, when I opened my eyes,
I thought it was gone, departed my side,
But it was still there, though lower this time,
Starting beginning to rise over again.
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How could I be free from the terrible beast,
That wanted my soul, my heart and my peace?
Perhaps, if I kept my eyes firmly closed,
It might give up and leave me alone.
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So I closed my eyes, though still in such fright,
And I prayed that I’d last out the night.
Although its Dark Presence was close to my brow,
I kept my eyes shut so it wouldn’t bother me now.
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The Darkness and danger passed from me that night,
It vanished, departed, left my bedside.
I rolled over, so comfy, lulled back into nod,
Till the next time it happened it was just me and my God.
A note: This happened to me on several occasions when I was young.
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