#WritcoPoemPrompt82

At night when I lay in bed,
As I drift towards my sleep,
When eve turns shadowy red,
My slumber has begun deep.

Out from the darkness crawls,
Monsters vile, eager to torment.
Silhouettes stretch across walls,
Of tentacles, crooked and bent.

Bony fingers wrap tight, around
My neck, bound in a chokehold.
Blood drains, face becomes...