Loraley

To paint a scene of mythic horrors Take dim lit room and darkest corners Find a child huddled there, cradled tight in his despair Silent here for not his murmurs, murmuring out a prayer He asks the keeper keep to keeping While all his guardians tucked in sleeping Ignorant of the shadows creeping Slow across the hallway floor, standing now outside his door Somewhere near the sound of breathing, breaths too heavy to ignore Then just outside there raised a howl A distant boom and monstrous growl Envisions he a ghostly cowl Afloat across the yard in prowl Come to steal his soul away, curtains hold the fiend at bay With scrapes across the window