Darkness falls and shadows stir.
As I turn off the lights,
there are sounds all around.
Crickets fiddle and bees buzz,
playing their symphony for me to hear.
It's a haunting harmony from the grave.
Then, the ivories blow up their bones
and my heart starts to hammer my head.
My soul screams as a scraping sound
wanders the walls. My skin crawls
as fear fills my soul. It's coming from the closet!
No! It's over me dark and deadly. I see it descending,
a creature with calculating eyes,
and I kill my enemy.
I hate spiders.