The reticent atmosphere,
Adorned the darkness of the room,
Just shy of resembling the devil's heart.
But, still enough to assert the terror of the dark.

The palish moon was peeping through,
The window that was right beside,
The bed, on which it shined it's light, and
Upon which she lied feeling terrified.

Her trembling limbs a testament.
To the terror that she felt...