BedtimeHush now, be quiet, or else it will hearIt always knows when you shed a tearIt lurks in the closet or under the bedFor hours and hours it hasn't been fedIt's horribly scary and ugly and meanNothing as gruesome has ever been seenThere! It comes nearer, can't anyone hear?The creaking and cracking doubles the fearThe scraping of claws, a glinting, sharp tooth,Moves like a tiger's, silent and smoothIt's right before you and ready to jumpYour heart explodes with every loud thumpWith your last shred of courage you choose to resistAnd search for a weapon to spare your fistIt's not gonna get you, just struggle and fightA
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