The natural tenacity of a child’s energy,

grown sleepless; my eyes pierced awake.

the pitch black night was only broken by a shred of the moons light,

and by this moonlit gesture, did I see a room of monsters;

my imagination was also full of life, it energetically ran wild.

by some time, things had fallen still, 

still like the night, but the shadows started to dance.

still like silence, but it whispered to me frights.

so I ran, like my imagination, outrunning its contemplations.

I ran, across the hall, away from the monsters in my head.

I slipped away from such nightmarish darkness,

slipping into my mother and father’s room.

I crept quietly into the space between their heads,

lying down in the safety of their bed.

therein I hid, hiding away from the demons who dare not follow.

by some time, things had come to rest,

the door of their room was one the monsters could not best, 

so I rest, like my father, who had snored me a lullaby,

rest, like my mother, rolling around in a sleepy trance.

I closed my eyes at last, for my imagination too had grown tired;

and I slept, mom and dad defeating the stillness and the silence.