It comes with the dark and it hunts in the night,
Its two teeth are shining like knives in moonlight,
Its evil eyes see you with evil delight.
The monster will vanish, and out you will call,
For someone to help you, anyone at all,
But no one will heed you, for you are too small.
Let sleep come and bind you with fetters and chains,
To dreams with no meaning may you be a slave,
And when the dream fades, child, the fear will remain.
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.