Week 3?! How did this happen?! Only one more week to go on this Horrah journey you’ve embarked on with me. This week, I present to you a little preview from a poetry collection I’m putting together. The full work will be available sometime next year! 2021, I’m ready. In the meantime, here’s a lovely story about a woman who realizes there’s no reason to be afraid of the dark.

A Bedtime Poem

Pajamas on, she gets in bed.
Moving pillows, avoiding dread.
She turns off the light and into the night,
Blankets, sheets, over her head.

She does not see but only feels
A presence that is all too real.
Face it, she must. In herself, she must trust.
She throws off her blankets with zeal.

The demon close, warming her skin,
It sees her soul, the pain within.
Gently it wraps her in a tender grasp.
She’s scared but her fear wears thin.

It’s warmth does not burn like the dead,
Instead it warms like fresh baked bread.
“I will hold thee as long as you need me,”
It growls and sets her in bed.

Her guardian demon hugged her.
She fell asleep in its fur.
When she awoke like a fever that broke,
She welcomed what trouble could stir.