A lonesome boy armed himself with a candle <br />To venture into the dark depths of the hall <br />Dark, he knew, was to his heart a vandle <br />But he had to answer nature's call <br />He peeped out, this side and that <br />The candle like a light near the ocean floor <br />He jumped slightly at the stand with the hat <br />But regained his posture: 'Young I am no more, ' <br />His feet lightly grazed the floor of wood <br />Adament progress; thus far three pases <br />He'd make it, he thought, if he could; <br />No limp, no loose shoe-laces <br />The floorboard sqeuked, sent a chill up his spine <br />His face white while avoid of blood <br />Was that noise a witch, or was it mine? <br />Or an Ogre covered in mud? <br />The stories he knew from Goblins, not few <br />The horror-books he had read <br />Gave him an idea he'd end up in a stew <br />Or skinned alive untill dead <br />'I can no more, not cope with this <br />The Dark is evil from all sides <br />Show me a man not afraid of this <br />At night even the warm sun hides, ' <br />He stalled no longer, skipped fast to his bed <br />The monsters were right behind <br />His only solution to not lose his head: <br />Benieth his blanket he should hide <br />The next morn' he woke, the sun seemed so gay <br />But to the young boy's disdain <br />He was flonked by his mother, and with reason she may; <br />His stained sheets caused her much pain<br /><br />Elbert Matt Loubser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-the/
