Boogeyman Dreams

A murder of crows takes flight,

Cawing their insanity into the abyss of the night.

They wake the monster of madness; it rears its bristly head.

“Be not afraid,” gods whisper as you lie in your panicked bed.

“For I am here, I am with you, I am the light.”

Just a child, alone, you tremble in fright,

Too little to ward off things not heard nor seen–

Fragments of shredded emotions, slivers of boogeyman dreams.

by

WKT