As you may have noticed I feel inspired today. Writing the dead spider post sparked my poetry engine. So I decided to give the poem another go. Usually with poetry, less is more, but I kind of liked it.
When night comes and all fears subside,
they crawl under my bed to hide
Oblivious that I fear their kind,
they die under my sleeping mind
And I, nescient of their demise,
lay in the dark behind my eyes,
and dream of sweeter things instead.
While monsters sleep under my bed.