Midst of the Night

What goes on in the midst of the Night
When Sun’s gone off an His nightly flight?
The Moon is full
And all now sleep.
Except for those who nightly creep.
Through the window in your room
Sneaking in as if a Tomb.
Hoping that there’s no one there
So they may go without a care.
Through the window in your room
First you see and the you swoon.
Running, Pounding though the Night
Try for Flight without a Fight.
Screaming, Crying they found you there,
And drag you back home by your hair.
Laughing, Gawking, Death comes quick.

In a Pit of Pointed Sticks.

~Alicesandressa