In the still of midnight hour, they rise,
Creatures of the dark, with haunting eyes.
Shadows stretch and whisper tales untold,
Of ancient fears and secrets cold.

Beneath the bed, within the closet’s gloom,
Monsters lurk, dispelling any room.
Their claws and fangs, a terror’s plight,
Awaiting dreams to ignite the fright.

The moon’s soft glow reveals their form,
Silent wraiths in a spectral swarm.
They dance and weave through night’s embrace,
Leaving traces of fear in their trace.

Yet dawn arrives, and shadows flee,
Monsters retreat, setting night-touched free.
But in our hearts, they find a place,
Forever etched in memory’s space.