That Which Should Not Be

 

In the depths of the night a horror unknown

Something that chills to the very bone

It slithers and writhes in the shadows unseen,

Its presence so dark so it makes night glean

No shape, no form, can it ever take

In the realm of the unknown it makes

Its home amongst the deepest fears

That dwell within us from our earliest years

The unknown horror that preys on our minds

It seeks out our weakness, the places it finds

Are deep within, where the light cannot reach

And there, it settles in, like a leech

Its power, its strength, it grows and grows

 It feeds upon the terror that nobody knows

Thriving on the fear kept locked inside

Growing stronger still as it takes us for a ride

Insidious this  horror unknown

See to it you are never again alone

For once it has found you it will never let go

A nightmarish and cruel death row