My monster

She fell through the cellar door

Day turned to night

She heard the clock ticking

And in the dark, she cried

"Ghosts down in the dark with me today, listen to me and what I've to say,"

To the air her voice a whistle in the night

The silence her confirmation

To the shadows, her continued cry

"You don't belong here,"

Then the whispers began and she listened with intent

"You're the one intruding, little one, in on our little den..."

That old lightbulb burnt out swinging to and fro on the ceiling

The crows outside cawing

Where the robins used to sing

The cellar door still swaying

Swaying soflty with the wind

A latter fallen broken 'neath the moonlight way

The shattered pieces like death unmoving

"How to climb must I to leave your abode?!"

She pleads to the nothing

A laugh from the beasts does the question goad

The laughter from the darkness so dark and bleak

Seemed to lift the girl from her very feet

"Don't be long little one, they'll wonder 'bout you,"

Though it'd been hours, she thought

The lost little one to return to another darkness

Set outside on the steps of that same cellar door

Back at the beasts that helped her to get out

Though they were not her monster

The dark could be kind?

The dark can hold many

But the light can hold more

More lies outside away from the beasts and the ghosts

From beyond that cellar door