A poem to cheer you up after you reach home, Derek...
The Closet
Silently now you climb the stairs
Time for rest, forget your cares
You shut your window
To stop the breeze
The sweet sweet slumber is all you need
Quickly now you shut your light
And hurry into bed
Rested on the cloud like pillow
That sits below your head
With out a care you drift off
Deeply into sleep
Dreams of laughter and happiness
And money so knee deep
But little do you know my friend
What watches you, you can't see
Nor can sweet mother,
Or dear father
Or the likes of all you three
Your eyes shoot open, something's wrong
Is it real or just a dream?
Your closet door is open
Whatever could it be?
Before you slept you closed the door
It was closed Oh so tight
But now its open, open wide
Something isn't right
Could it be mother?
Or maybe father?
That opened the wooden door?
Unlike you they are deep in sleep
And wanting for some more
Slowly now you begin to rise
And get out of your bed
You feel the room get hot
And sweat pours from your head
You know something is watching
But watching you from where
In the darkness of the closet
Boy I tell you now...beware!
- M. A. Tolli.