The figures sitting on their shelves
Missing eyes and all
The closet door was cracking
Though proof of, lacking
Yet you hid behind the covers tall
Fragile as a doll

A frightened lump beneath the sheets
Shakes galore and prayer
Below the bed was haunting
Though evidence, taunting
Still you stayed in seventh blanket layer
Sleepless dark, you stared

Within the walls a scratching sound
A sudden stop of heart
A cold cold sweat was brewing
The moon outside, wooing
Your lifting the veil to dash was smart
To play avoidance art

The figurines had seen it all
With plastic as their eyes
The closet and your shaking
The monsters, their waking
Child-toy faces make for perfect spies
And yours, surprise