Three Shades of Midnight

It’s midnight…and my feet are off the floor.
Whether to keep me away from monsters under the bed
Or to help my dreams I do not know
Danger lies in what you cannot see
And more so in what you can
and fear of the unknown a constant
The world is strange and wonderful
Yet it’s midnight and my feet are off the floor.

It’s midnight…and my feet are off the floor.
I don’t think it helped with the monsters under my bed tonight.
They slipped outside when I wasn’t looking.
I ran onto the deck and shouted at the screams hey hey stop that
After an intense struggled and haunted response it stopped
I shot a beam into the darkness. Two beady silver eyes looked back.
My dreams will be alive tonight, taking me where they will.
But it’s midnight and my feet are off the floor.

It’s midnight…and my feet are off the floor.
I barely made it, imagination stalking my heels.
I must stop this falderal and fiddle-dee-dee.
The moon is almost full and poetry this is not.
Too much goes on in this world I will never understand.
Better to deal with the monsters under my bed and dreams in my head.
Nonsense is easier to bear when it comes from within.
All is well now, for it is midnight and my feet are off the floor.