Bogeyman

Reaching out from darkness,
Shadow faded soul,
Scraping at the shutters,
Fangs pulled in smile drole.
He sees you when you're sleeping.
We try to stay awake.
Our fear's an icy blanket,
Because it's our lives that he will take.
The grown-ups cannot see him.
They say it's just bad dreams.
But they can't smell his rancid odour,
They can't her the muffled screams!
He's hiding in the wardrobe.
He's waiting for the night.
The wardrobe's pushing open.
Oh teddy, hold me tight!