#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...

But it was only a shadow of a beam
A monster in the wild west Greek
With sharp edge teeth that can torn apart a raw meat
Hungry for flesh and blood as a loaf of beef

I couldn't sleep it was real it wasnt a dream
I could feel him...