Presence
By MPTGraves
It is in the black I have made my home
and where I spend the nighttime hours,
awake, I and my solitude to roam,
but silence's bliss just went sour.
What could haunt an infant's dreams?
so horrified, his piercing screams
that he should cling to me so tight
and shudder, whimpering in his fright.
That I should glance around the room
to see what hid, exuding doom
and in my arms his head to jerk
as if he too, could feel it lurk
and in that place I felt not safe
no matter what my size or shape
for what could haunt an infant's dreams?
demon eyes with evil's gleam?
That which made the child weep
beneath my skin its touch to creep
And though I do not fear the dark
the wee babe's night has left its mark.
It is in the black I have made my home,
this night I don't want to be alone.
-mg