Shadows grow after dark
in the wee hours
of a new day.
Monsters step out of shadows
to prey on
sleeping children.
They whimper,
yet none can hear.
They thrash about,
unable to escape.
The monster grows
to Cyclops form,
able to pin it's victim with
a huge, lone eye;
Or hold them
with a single finger.
The dawn is all that
can set them free.
It cracks the sky
burning back the night,
and sends the monsters
scurrying for cover.
Just before, the new dawn breaks
tears spill from frightened eyes.
A whisper escapes,
"Go away, Daddy. . . ."
By: Graci
copyright 2000 -- Lorrie Workman
