The Creatures of Night

Do not turn out the light
For the creatures of night
Shall come and take you away.

From under your bed,
They'll crawl into your head,
And hold you under their sway.

They feed on your fear,
So draw you sheets near,
Shut your eyes tight and pray,

That they're in a good mood,
And not looking for food,
And maybe they just want to play.

Who is this that draws close?
Is it some fiend or ghost?
Or a specter, all dressed in gray?

Is it a monster in green?
Who dares not to be seen?
Or a head,laid out on a tray?

The floor outside creaks,
The door handle squeaks,
And the room is bright as day.

Surely now is the hour
To call on God's power,
To save you from the . . . but wait!

Your sister comes in,
And says with a grin,
"It's time to turn out the light."

She flips the switch,
(You think she's a witch)
And vanishes from sight.

But now, can't you see,
Where now you must be,
You're alone with the creatures of night!

Suddenly, He's near,
Whispering in your ear,
"Be still, feel no fright."

"I will stay near,
And I won't leave you here,
You're safe from the creatures of night."

"So be still little child,
Sleep for a while,
Do not worry about your plight."

"I'll be by your side,
and I'll be your guide,
I'll keep away the creatures of night."

An oldish poem about night and the fears that it holds, mainly the fear of the unknown, and that God will be there for you always. Taken from an old journal.